I loved it when she smiled.
The atmosphere was slowly getting slogged by contemporary music with some added grooves and alcohol. The floor starting getting clogged by couples freakishly boogying and swaying on loud numbers as if they were demon possessed. The place was slowly getting heaven. This was the time when nobody cared who groped and who fondled. Everything around was mild unconscious.
Devanshi deposited herself in Sid’s arms. The laughter was turned into hushed smiles and the voices were below audible range. Just for their beloveds to listen. I looked around to catch a glimpse, the air was evenly spread. People were either dancing to the beats or were waffling with their beloveds. Environment was getting cozy with every ray of dipping sunlight.
Alcohol has magical effects. This was not the first time I had discovered it.......
Minutes later..
The grip of her palm at my shoulder was getting tighter with every second sending jitters down my spine. She looked kind of lost for some moments. She was looking down and even I wanted to avoid the stare. Things were getting a little cozier than expected. Our bodies were sluggishly performing to and fro pattern. I couldn’t remember any other step of ball. It was okay for me until it takes her to be so close to me. Again she looked so beautiful. She looked good either ways once when she was around once when she was not. She was breathing a little heavily than usual. I could hear it. Her hand which was on my shoulder was now circling around my neck. The space for the air between us decreased.
She looked up to me and shared a weak surrendering smile.
I couldn’t do much than smiling back gently.
Was that alcohol? But it was just one Breezer that she had.
Whatever it was but the Sunday had its worth now........
She raised herself up to my ears and whispered. ‘If in case you think that this is out of Alcohol then you are mistaken Kabir. You just make me feel good. You are a good company. This is the proper way of dancing with your girlfriend at the ball. Learn it for future.’ She said laughing, dropping the embrace she left the floor.
Why didn’t she go on a little longer? No surprises. That was a typical girl doing. When boys actually start feeling good, they come up with their sadistic idea of throwing them back to the reality.
‘I LOVE DANCING KAVYA.’ I bellowed from the floor wavering towards the couches.
‘Done sweetheart. You learn properly and then we’ll dance again.’
I hate her. Hate her for not dancing. I like dancing. I had started liking dancing.....
