Dil Dosti Dance FF...Chap 1:Love,Hate,What to do?

(Reyaansh's P.O.V)

I rolled over on the bed again and sighed. I really couldn't sleep tonight, after all that had happened in just these three days. And with every passing moment, I found myself falling more and more in love with Kriya.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shake off her thought and get in flow with the human world again, to think clearly and breathe properly. But I wandered off again. Ever since I'd met that girl, she was all I could think about day and night, every moment of my life.

For one thing, Kria was the most amazing female dancer I'd ever witnessed in my life. When I saw her dance, I felt I was watching a star being born and it had hit me like a ton of bricks that she danced every bit as well as… well, me. And for Reyaansh Rannvijay Singhania to be struck by a girl like this is no small deal.

Once again, behind my closed lids, I saw her enormous, shapely, mesmerizingly-hued eyes – their beautiful, natural shade of emerald-green, mingled with delicate accords of a clear, sea blue – fringed by a thick jungle of long, impossibly well-groomed, thick, golden-brown lashes. I saw her jewel-like orbs flash against her smooth, tanned skin and her straight, perfectly-chiselled nose, high clear forehead, full, perfect lips and high, model-like cheekbones on her smooth, oval face. She was tall and slim, with a graceful figure and she walked like a breeze and talked in a deep yet feminine, beautifully-modulated voice that was music to ears.

I had tried my best not to fall for her, but it was impossible. Her looks, her voice, her smell alone pulled me in and I had fallen for her. Whenever I had touched her, I had felt a surging electrical current inside me – an icy yet scorching sensation pumping insistently through my veins. Looking into her big, sweet emerald orbs always made me feel extraordinary as though my bones were turning spongy. I also felt a little light-headed and dizzy and lost my train of thought, but that could have been because I had forgotten to breathe. Again. There was no way out, either – she was always the one to snap her gaze away.

She had thick, lustrous curls hanging down to her slim, graceful shoulders, a rich shade of dark brown – silky, soft and smooth – suspending and curling around her regal head and shapely shoulders in perfectly-curled waves. It was tongue-tying, breathtaking, mind-blasting and electrifying how her large, dark-green eyes burned into mine with overwhelming force that made me feel like I was flying up into space through the stars and disconnected me from everything around me. Whenever she pulled away from my touch, it brought on a distinctly, agonizing empty feeling to my body – as though all of its volume had suddenly been drained out.

When Kria came into view, everything around me disappeared. The rooms seemed to shimmer brightly, unreal, too bright, too beautiful. Just like her. Her dance, her beauty, her voice, her smell… everything had me mesmerized. Vicky had, at last, succeeded in convincing me it was nothing but deep, passionate, maddening love I felt for her and I had believed.

I had met Kria before she had joined college. I had already felt smitten by her when we had met at the 31st Night Party in Dehradun and when I came back to Mumbai, I thought I could leave behind what I'd felt for her and move on. To distract myself, I had tried to pretend to be interested in my best friend and our college's dancing diva, Sharon Rai Prakash – but Kria always remained at the back of my mind as someone safe and warm and rocklike and comforting, and the warmth of our meeting still glowed in my heart. I had never completely forgotten her, though almost four months without her had helped my confused, agitated, romantic feelings for her fade, but never completely disappear.

When she came back and started out in our college in Mumbai, a jolt harder than ever had struck me. This time, I had really fallen for her – hard and fast – and my love was stronger than ever. However, the divide in our college remained – Kria was a Weakling, the leader of the Weaklings' dance team now – and I was a Dazzler, the leader of the Dazzlers' dance team.

Who knew the college's richest guy, hottest hunk, Mr Attitude, girl-magnet, greatest dancer and apple of everyone's eye was going to fall for someone like Kria?

It wasn't that she was unpopular. Everyone at the college knew and respected (and probably secretly admired) Kria, because she had dared to answer back to the Dazzlers and even Sharon. She was, I knew, sweet and friendly inside – but Sharon really infuriated her. Kria was, in simple words, the Controversy Queen of our college and I was the Handsome Hunk. I never knew I could fall for her like this.

(Kriya's P.O.V)

What is his problem?

There was only one question in my mind tonight. I wrapped the covers around me tighter and thought again to what had happened today. Not only had I registered my dance team but we had also had our first dance rehearsal, and another encounter with Reyaansh.

I really didn't know what Reyaansh wanted with us. He always seemed to be staring at me, like today in class. I could feel his intense, hazel-eyed gaze boring into my back from where he sat… It was really annoying. He was really annoying.

I flashed back to when one of the Dazzlers had placed a basketball in front of my feet when I had my eyes closed. I remembered tripping over it. Why had he caught me? Couldn't he just let me fall and enjoy having me embarrassed? For some reason, it was more embarrassing being caught by him than it was falling flat on my face.

I closed my eyes and pictured Rey. He was the college's hunk, after all – and all the girls would probably kill to be caught in his arms. But he knew I wasn't one of those girls. Maybe that was one of the reasons he had prevented me from falling, because he knew I wouldn't shriek about it to the entire college.

Rey was tall and incredibly well-built and, no doubt, the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. He had stylishly-cut, auburn hair that fell over the collars of his shirts sometimes and mesmerizingly beautiful, greenish-golden – as in hazel – eyes with long, dark lashes. He had a strong, perfectly-formed, manly mouth, a straight nose, a high, proud forehead and his tall, muscularly perfect figure was gorgeously-proportioned with broad, well-muscled shoulders and a perfectly-built, wide chest and his powerful arms were smoothly and gloriously muscled. But there was a luminous, fierce glitter to his melting-caramel mixed with leafy-green eyes and a feline, tiger-like grace to his manly, rippling muscular movements that suggested that he could be as cruel and heartless as he was handsome. Sure, he was strikingly handsome and amazingly rich and influential, and a stunningly talented dancer. But, there was nothing more to him. He was a fake.

Gifted with manly beauty and a ton of talent, but a fake.

A complete fake…

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