"Okay now as we are near to the end of this function, I would like to present to you a dance that would be presented by our classmates Zain and Aaliya. Let's hear it for them!" My heart beat stopped. Although I know Zain would try his best, but I don't want to be the reason for his embarassment. But look on the brighter side, at least its ME he is holding. Not that cheap stalker, Gauhar. We walked to the stage and stopped in between.
"You ready?" He whispered.
"Nope. But I trust you!" He smiled. He pulled me flush against him as she slid his arm around my waist and held his shoulders. We slowly but gradually begun dancing. He swung me around a few times. The cheers increased as he picked me up and swung me around and dropping me to the floor. But before I could touch the ground he pulled me up again. Then he kept twirling me around, but I was lost... lost in his eyes. Then we struck the final pose as he dipped my head and pulled me again flush against him. I was smiling as he was smiling too. His face was milimetres apart from mine.
"I thought you didn't know dancing"
"I thought you knew that I have hidden talents"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah!"
"We'll see that!" He said as he pulled me closer again. I gasped with the sudden movement.
LATER THAT DAY...
Not one single call? Has kitkit forgotten me? Koi nayi girlfriend toh nhi mil gyi? I went into my room thinking about Kitkit when I stopped in my tracks. ZAIN WAS SITTING ON MY BED! How did he come in here? Wait he noticed me. And what's in his hands? WAIY A SEC, IS THAT MY DIARY?????
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