ArSha One Shot- ||Fathomless||

Tumse Pyaar Hua Main Bhi Aashiq Yaar Hua

Pehli Baar Hua Tumse Pyaar Hua

Two bodies were standing in a dark room. His one hand was supporting her back and one held her beautiful hand. She swept the floor with her leg and he lifted her in arms a bit and rotated when her one feet was dug in floor. His fast leg movements were causing breeze around her bare legs. She fiercely responded by going into basic steps. His eyes were pinned to her face and she was addict of his intense glares during dancing. Somehow it helped them since day 1 to possess unbeatable chemistry.

Chaayi Hain Betaabi Meri Jaan Kahon Main Kya Karoon

Chaayi Hain Betaabi Meri Jaan Kahon Main Kya Karoon

Dilko Tumse Pyaar Hua Pehli Baar Hua

Tumse Pyaar Hua Main Bhi Aashiq Yaar Hua

Pehli Baar Hua Tumse Pyaar Hua

He let her part from his body and stretched her leg to form a pose. Her bodylines and clean execution always got them praises. He hauled her near him again. Her frisky long hair got tangled with his lips. The way she demeanors herself while dancing, his eyes get jammed to her every time.

With beautiful instrumental in song, he bent towards gravity holding her to enter another step.

Door knocked. He turned off the music and she took the door.

"You two are seriously weird." Their coordinator said to Shakti while entering the room.

"You dance in a rehearsal hall full of glasses in dark. I mean who does that?" He added.

Kunwar smiled before sipping water from his sipper.

Shakti swabbed sweat with towel. "So how are we going to do this week? Is it going to be a perfect score or the perfect score?" Aman asked. Aman was their coordinator for the competition.

She looked at Kunwar and he said nothing but conveyed what he wanted to say as always.

"We are doing good for sure",Shakti answered Aman.

This understanding developed in a short span of time and larger than life experience of sharing dance with each other had bridged them in a way.

For Shakti, dancing with him was like living that part which isn't reality neither dream. Sharing few minutes of dance with him had filled a void in her perfect life. She danced all her life but it never felt that absolute.

And for kunwar, Dancing with her was nourishing. He shared stage with numbers of girls but never felt that indulged.

When Aman left, they continued their incomplete poetry of dance.

Aarzoo Hain Mere Sapnon Ki

Baitha Rahoon Teri Baahon Mein

Sirf Tu Mujhe Chaahe Ab

Itna Asar Ho Meri Aahon Mein

In battle of legs, none of them was fragile. When it comes to dance, there was nothing called unpretentious to them. He held her from thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist. She swung to his shoulder and felt like gliding. Every notion, every tension, every bit of concentration gets dissolved for the moments when he holds her in arms and they take dance to another level which is called serenity.

Tu Keh De Haske To Tod Dooon Main Rasmon Ko

Marke Bhi Na Bhoolon Main Teri Kasmon Ko

Main To Aaya Hoon Yahan Pe Bas Tere Liye

Tera Tan Man Sab Hain Mere Liye

He dug his face in her neck and she closed her eyes as if she was experiencing most fragile moment of her life. Were they in love? She let her spine rest on his thigh when he caressed her torso with his cheeks. Some kind of verve flows when she dances with him. That profound verve could actually travel through his body when he held her.

Kya Haseena Zara Sama Hai Pyaara Pyaara

Gale Lagale Yaara Yaara Yaara Yaara Yaara

Main Bhi Aashiq Yaar Hua

Pehli Baar Hua Tumse Pyaar Hua

Chaayi Hain Betaabi Meri Jaan Kahon Main Kya Karoon

Chaayi Hain Betaabi Meri Jaan Kahon Main Kya Karoon

They both moved their feet in most basic postulate of Tango. A rhythmic movement of their feet and bodies was painting a beautiful portrait of dance. They weren't aware of what they were doing; they were just living the dream in which they enter every time they are dancing with each other.

Capability of comprehending such divinity came when they first time danced together. It was like they were breathing dance earlier but now they live it.

Dilko Tumse Pyaar Hua Pehli Baar Hua

Tumse Pyaar Hua Main Bhi Aashiq Yaar Hua

Pehli Baar Hua Tumse Pyaar Hua

The judgment day when they were going to perform, it was there.

Both were standing hand in hand. A big stage on which they reborn every week, same anxiety in hearts which every newborn must have felt when he gets to breath the air, they both had every flake of a normal dancer. And then his firm grip on hand, and she surrendered all crave to breath and chose to live the most beautiful dream of them. They had learnt this new route to live love in its most pure form over and over again.

And song played.

Two bodies sailing together, forming most beautiful scenario for the audience and living the tiniest & fathomless moment. Her task was to be beautiful and make him look beautiful. Her obtuse follower advanced to her in every way. They became stronger as soon as they forgot the ambiance. They acquired 'presence' by going absolutely absent mind.

It was difficult for them to name what they share. It was hard to tell if it was something near to love. It was risky to say if they were being attracted. More of all, it was dance, dance of their life. Every time they share those dancing moments, they fall in this irrevocable love, every time they break up when they complete performance then every time they manage to start it fresh.

They both knew it somewhere in hearts that some things are better untagged.