Truly Madly Deeply (37 page)

“Time for some dance, buddy,” he says.

“Not now, Sahil. Maybe some other time,” his friend says, making a sorrowful face.

“Leave all your doings. She isn't going anywhere... are you?” Sahil turns to the girl.

“Hehe, no! In fact, I would love to dance with you,” she giggles, looking at his friend.

“Look, she too agrees... ah, stop blushing like a baby,” Sahil slaps him playfully.

“I'm tired,” he says, relaxing his broad shoulders.

“Come on, let's groove together and dance away our worries,” the girl says, ruffling his perfectly cropped black curls.

“B... but I haven't danced since ages,” he complains.

“I guess then you'll simply have to be reborn today,” Sahil says.

He tries to fight back nervously, while stifling the surging
laughter inside.

Two pairs of hands manage to drag Rahul to the dance floor. The laser lights increase their intensity and the smoke beneath their feet dies out. The blue eyes outshine all other colours in the darkness. Rahul's feet wobble unsteadily to the rhythm. A pair of hands holds his waist, pulling him close. He asks for freedom. She grants him.

The DJ changes the track.

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