Of Dance and Love in a Moonlit Night-SS (Updated)

Of Dance and Love in a Moonlit Night

Their eyes met across the crowded room, amidst the rainbow hues of the lehengas and saris, amidst the slow beating rhythm of the dandiya sticks. She trembled even as she danced, the anticipation of having to meet him in a dance had made her heart stop still for a moment. And then there he was right in front of her.

"Antara" he said, the low timbre of his voice resonated through her. She dared not look up, she did not want him to see the pool of tears welling up in her eyes. It's been two days since they last spoke and yet, it felt like a lifetime, a lifetime of longing and want, a lifetime of trying so hard to just breathe.

"Antara idhar dekho" he whispered softly into her ears, his breath so tantalizingly close, the warm musk of his aftershave embracing her in its trail, her heart raced, first slowly like a foal learning to take its first steps before he galloped into the green meadows with wild abandon. And for a moment right there, she just wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, all her tears forgotten in the comforting embrace of his voice.

"Raghu, I don't want to talk to you, leave me alone" she retorted, their fight from day before still in her mind. "First you make me cry and then you come trying to pacify me" she complained, the slight hitch in her voice betraying her emotions.

"You look so beautiful even when you cry" he told her through a mist of his own tears, his slight undertone betraying his own ragged emotions. "What can I do", he proclaimed loudly

"I was so worried sick about you" he told her, as he recalled his panic struck moments with Machmach trying to calm him down

"The thought of you lying on some street, the thought that something happened to you", his voice started to break down with the emotions of the moment

"You ignored my phone calls", he complained to her

"You broke my heart" she whispered to him, the unshed tears falling slowly like raindrops at the first scent of monsoon

Raghu forgot everything at that very moment she whispered those words to him. All the hurt, the betrayal, the pain, all vanished in the background of those four words she had whispered.

"Miss Kaul" he shouted ,his voice breaking as the emotion in her voice overwhelmed him and regret washed all over him. But she had already fled into the moonlit night, the anklets in her feet singing of her pain.

He followed her path, his footsteps tracing the beats of the anklets, slowly but surely. He had hated the sound of the anklets she had worn during the dance competition, a cold reminder of the unfortunate relationship they once shared.

Raghu rounded off into the corner, the street light twinkling at him in encouragement. He saw her just as he turned, bathed in the light of the moon, she stood under a large banyan tree, crying desperately as if her heart had broken and then he remembered those four words that had pierced through the mask of his anger and indifference.

He closed the gap between them in three large strides, quietly coming up from behind her. He did not want to give her a chance to run, a chance to take her heart still broken back home.

She felt him before she could see him, that feeling that she always got when she thought he was near, a feeling of utmost joy and anticipation. Her feet was locked together, her hands began to tremble and her heart almost threatened to give out. She turned around and found herself in his arms

"Raghu chodo mujhe" she said" "I want to go ..."His finger was on her lips shushing the rest of her words

"Miss Kaul,pehle mera baath suno" "I love you and you are the world to me, every time you hurt, the wound festers in me, every time you smile, my heart smiles with you and all my problems seem to vanish in the shadow of your smile"

She looked into his brown eyes, eyes that had always fascinated her. Every doubt, every hurt vanished into the night, and all she could see was his beautiful eyes sparkling with sincerity of his words. Even the twinkle of the bejeweled stars of the night were like a pale shadow to those eyes.

"Raghu" she barely completed his name, before his lips met hers. The pressure was gentle at first and then the lips moved slowly in a symphony that only lovers could bring about.

The moon smiled gently down on the two young lovers as they bathed in her light and their love under a banyan tree

I might rework it a bit more but here's the shell for today!😆 My Hindi aint so good, so pls excuse the mistakes.