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I see every time I post a chapter. I got two views that means two people are reading my story. I don't know you guys. But thank you so much for reading my story. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ It makes me happy that my story can interest you. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Riyansh's POV

I was following her, having my belongings in my hands. I never felt nervous before. But today I could feel my heart striking in nervousness and my blood moving slowly in my veins.

Questions, numerous questions, captured my mind and started revolting in my head from all the sides but I never let them escape through my tongue.

Today was the day, the day when she would tell me everything. It was unbelievable for me that she actually trusted me, still I was doubtful of these words. Perhaps because I wondered if it was the right time for her to tell me or was it right time for me to hear it?

The thought which was swirling in my head was, "Would I be able to heal her this time, after all I was her guardian angel?" I was worried that I won't have the words, the right words to tell her after her story ends. I wondered if I fail to console her. Her innocent eyes looks at me with hope every time they glanced at me. Therefore I was afraid what if I failed to console her.

But pushing all these thoughts aside. I just walked behind her. And then she stopped abruptly in front of a room. I looked up and saw that it was the same room in which she used to dance.

I was feeling puzzled at this, thinking why she brought me here? But I didn't say anything because I knew she must have some intentions behind it. She never did anything without a reason behind it.

She clutched the door open and went inside and I followed her. I didn't know but opening this door always felt dramatic to me. Opening this door felt like I was opening a deep, dark secret of someone, a secret which was ought to be buried. Am I over exaggerating? Well sometimes you do feel these kinds of exaggerating feelings for certain things.

I recollected what happened here last time. And I felt tremors waving inside my body. The way Arya was glancing at me that time, and how nervous I was feeling when suddenly her lips... Damn! I should not think about that.

I gulped and looked down being a bit shy.

And this time the room was not looking like the way it looked before. That day when I came here for the first time, it was dark, just quiet dim from the sunlight, only enough light to admit the beauty of Arya's dancing body jewelled by the beads of her sweat.

I was going to ask her about the lights and all. But before I could say anything she turned around facing me. And she glanced at me with vivid emotions fear,worry, nervousness, contemplation if she should open her mouth in front of me or not.

Everything was written like a ballad on her face and was evident with the little act of her chewing the skin of her lips. I knew she was a bit scared to open her secrets though among all the emotions a hint of determination peeked when she didn't avoid looking at me and gazed into my eyes.

"Are you alright? You know can take more time if you want to as I told you earlier." I brushed her hair behind her ear, caressing her cheeks, giving her the choice to choose once more.

She just stared into my eyes for a long moment, "I know what I am going to do. I may be nervous but I am not scared because I know you are here. It's gonna be little painful. But little bitterness is necessary for medicine to work." She assured me in a calm voice. My little lioness was in no mood to turn her way around. I liked her bravery.

I just nodded my head. She clutched my hand between both of her hands. "Today, I am not gonna tell you my pain but I am gonna show you." She uttered in a hurtful voice. Her tears threatening her eyes to escape.

But I was unable to say anything. She brought a chair from somewhere and placed it in the middle. Had her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me down carefully on the chair. Her hand on my chest pushed the button of my heart and it started hitting my chest.

I sat on the chair being all serious. I was taking deep breaths. My elbows were placed above my knees. And my head was cupping between my palms.

My heart was throbbing as she turned around and walked away gracefully to a little distance from me. She stopped abruptly. And revealed a remote from her pocket. She turned her head a bit in my direction but not looking at me as her back was facing me and then with a laboured breath she murmured, "Enjoy the show."

Though her every word were always adorable to me. But these words felt like someone conflicting, because they had a hidden meaning in them. Probably, because she said those words with misery filled in them.

She pressed the button of the remote and threw it away cautiously. A pretty emotional instrumental song buzzed out of the speaker and her feet started coordinating with the melody. I didn't know why but I felt very uncomfortable. I was getting emotional. At the same time, I was perplexed as well. But not in the state of questioning anything.

I was at the war with my tears because her moments were hinting dysphoria while her eyes were already blinded by tears still her feet were unstoppable. She was not in herself at the moment. She was lost in the music and I was lost in her dance. We both were unable to control our senses and find ourselves.

As song gotten caught speed her movements became faster. Her heartache was all visible in her moves. I could admit her helplessness, her sorrow, her anxiety everything. She was avoiding meeting my eyes while she was dancing. Because in the corner of her heart she was in pain but ashamed of her pain. I knew that much about her very well.

I also wiped my tears whenever she twirled not telling her how I was feeling at that time. But even in all of that the beauty of her and her dance was breath-taking.

Even today, her sweat drops were glittering on her dusky skin making it look jewelled. Her black and brownish hair lingering over her eyes concealing the cuteness of her small eyes. Her thin arched eyebrows contained her pride.

Her hands movements were the most perfect thing I ever witnessed. They felt like they were inspired from the movements of wind, free wind which flows anywhere without any restrictions and which can be both violent as a storm and soothing as a breeze.

Her expressions could even beautify the ache of her heart. The movement of her waist was like of a crawling snake. That could put you in danger in a very sophisticated way just like she could also make you hypnotised with her innocence. Her legs were like water, made their own way, were flexible and even able to form difficult poses just as water can be turned into any shape.

Her dance was beautifying her sufferings with delicacy. I am not saying, It was not showing the pain in less amount. It was just presenting the pain in more of a adorned way.

I was mesmerized, hypnotised and moved by her dance to the core. But, I never wanted to see her dance like that again. Because her dance was the result of her tormented and locked up emotions.

And the more I saw it, the more I felt like someone was abusing my soul with a leather whip without having any mercy on me. And still I was trying to not break. Her anguish was contagious to me. And I turned selfish at that time. That was why I didn't want her to dance like that again.

To be continued...

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So, how was the dance of Arya? Did you like it?๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ Well, I wanted tell you all in one chapter.โ˜บโ˜บ But it's going to take too much timeโฐ. And also it's labouring๐Ÿ˜ฉ. So, I have divided the chapters.

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