She began torturing him with tough steps she knew he would think twice to try them. She made him to jive to the tunes of Miley Cyrus - Wrecked Ball. It was a tough song for a beginner like him to start. But he didn’t complain as usual. He tried his very best to copy her extentions and moves. Unfortunately he would fail at every attempt.
He never liked dance. The only time he danced was when he was intoxicated by large pegs of beer. Later he would be thrown out of club because of his unpleasing dancing skill. He had tried many occasions to learn dance during his school days. Alas! He would check out of the class because he couldn’t follow any steps his teacher thought. Now he had no options but to follow the difficult path of dancing. He knew he was worse at it. But he never tried to give up. He only wanted to spend some time with her. She was too addictive. Her challenges of making his life miserable would add fire into his urge of meeting her every weekend.
He wouldn’t stop bothering her even during weekdays. He would start his day with ‘ good morning’ messages and end his day with ‘ good night’. He would also ask her about her day and well being. But she would always give monotonous replies to his messages. Sometimes he wouldn’t get any reply from her. There were times when she would be rude. He would call her for lunch treats and she would decline his offer without thinking.
Love was poisonous venom which induced him to not to give up. He would try hard to impress her with gifts and smooth talking. Nothing moved her heart. He tried to be himself- jovial and funny , just to make her smile. But she would smile for one minute and later she would be her cold self. Why was she like that? The time he ever laid his eyes on her, he only saw her lost in thoughts.
What were those thoughts? Was it love? Did she get her heart broken before and now she didn’t want to give another chance to love? What was the reason that made her so distanced to him and even people close to her. He wished he could do something to get closer to her and keep her happy. But how? He was dead scared to share his true feelings for her.
It was one of normal day. Ali had called him randomly. As he heard Ali self boasting himself ( half of which he pretended to hear), something in Ali’s conversation brightened his interests. The topic was Molly’s birthday which was approaching after two days. “ Perfect!”, he thought. It was best time to surprise her with his true feelings. But will she accept him was another question which he feared to even think about.
(To be continued)
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