1~ Shivani sharma
Author's pov :
Mumbai,the city of dreams and opportunities. Every aspirant dreams of coming to Mumbai and shining like a star. Mumbai is famous for Marine drives, rain, opportunities,local metro,beaches,ganpati festival and Vada pav.
As we are talking about the opportunity, how can we forget that the University of Mumbai is hosting the "National championship of dance". The dream of every person whose soul and life is dedicated towards dance. Everyone started their performance one by one with grace and confidence.
"Miss Shivani sharma"
The anchor announced the participant's name for calling her to the stage but he didn't know our female protagonist has important traits of coming late at important events.
"Where the hell is this girl has gone"
Ruhanika palmed her face to calm herself down. She is Shivani's school friend, more like a big sister. Shivani on the one hand was shy, innocent and sensitive on the other hand Ruhanika was fierce, straightforward and short tempered. Both are poles apart from each other but what connects them is their true friendship bond.
"Shivani,pick up the call madam"
She was continuously calling her for the past three hours but her friends decided to become mr.india. She knew Shivani and punctuality never fit in one sentence but today was her important day. How can she be late for this event?
"Miss, Shivani Sharma"
Anchor again announced her name and the audience started whispering how can someone be late in such an important event. But, everyone went silent when the lights went off and the light focused on the girl who was standing in the middle of the stage.
Her back was facing the audience with hands on top of her in mudra form. She was wearing white anarkali with red dupatta tied around her waist. Her long wavy brown hair was neatly tied in a bun and gajra around adding more beauty to her hair.
She turned around and gave namaskar to the audience and judges. Everyone's attention went towards her ghungroo which enchanting her look a hundred times more as it was making melodious sounds whenever she moved her legs.
Music started, she got lost in the rhythm of beats and the audience forgot their surroundings and focused on the girl who was not letting them move their eyes from her dance.
She started dancing on the beats sharply, gracefully and perfectly. Her hands move so at point, not too over or less just perfect. Her face and eyes expressed every untold emotion that was beyond words.
It was difficult to remove eyes from her. The aura, dance, expressions and dedication of her soul was truly telling people how much she loved dance and practised it.
It's true that some dance is a form of untold feelings and words that are expressed without any words or description. Dancing helps us to reach a deeper level of connection with ourselves and others; it enables us to explore parts of ourselves we didn't know existed or had forgotten about entirely! Through movement, we can unlock deep-rooted blocks that keep us from experiencing our fullest potential.
Lastly, she bowed her head to the audience and judges to show her gratitude towards them. Whole stadium stood and started giving her a standing ovation for her performance.
She smiled looking at everyone's reaction but her smile faded when she looked at her best friend who was throwing daggers toward her.She ran towards her to apologise.
"Ruhi, I'm sorry actually I woke up late"
She stood in front of her and made a pouty face holding her ears. Ruhanika wanted to pull her chubby cheeks but she refrained from doing that and maintained a poker face.
"Yeah, you woke up late right as always. You know how much I got tensed for you. It's your dream to win the title and here I was thinking that something would happen to you..."
Ruhanika scolded her like parents and she stood bowing her head low like a child who was caught doing something wrong. Shivani knew ruhanika how much she cared and worried about her. She was like a big sister to her, always protecting her from any danger.
"I'm sorry ruhuu, please forgive me"
Shivani hugged her tightly and started chanting the sorry mantra. Ruhanika at first tried to remove her hold but got relaxed after some time. She hugged her back but when her hands touched her back she winced making her frown.
"Shivani, what happened? Are you hurt?"
Ruhanika said in a worried tone but Shivani looked down and shook her head.ruhanika clearly got the idea that she was lying because she was not maintaining eye contact.
"Kuch nahi hua bas voh mai gir gayi toh kamar mai dard hai bas..."
(Nothing happened, I just fell, so there is pain in my back)
She choked at her last word and tried to control her tears not to come out. Without wasting more time Ruhanika turned her around and removed her dupatta, her eyes widened when she saw the belt marks on her back which looked fresh.
"Shivani, yeh girne ke marks toh nahi lag rahe hai"
(Shivani,it doesn't seem like these marks are of falling)
Ruhanika softened her eyes at her, who started sobbing badly by hugging her. Ruhanika very well knows how cruel and heartless Shivani's aunt- uncle is but this was beyond words.
"Voh, raat ko khane Mai namak kam ho gaya tha toh"
(Actually,there was less salt in the dinner last night)
She sobbed badly and hugged ruhanika tightly. She just chanted some sweet words to calm her down.After sometimes her sobs died and ruhanika wipes her tears.
"Ru and shuuu"
Ruhanika sighed and Shivani laughed at her face because the voice was none other than her best friend Meera rajput. The beautiful,bold and classy girl of almost Mumbai city. Boys, kneel down in front for her one look.
"Don't call me ruuu"
Ruhanika glared at her but she just showed her tongue and hugged Shivani tightly.
"I'm so proud of you my lady you rock the floor baby"
Meera started blabbering about her performance and three of them went towards the stage for the result.
Shivani was holding both her best friend palms tightly and closed her eyes muttering some prayers to lord Shiva. Ruhanika and meera chuckled at her antics and clicked her picture.
"Shivani sharma"
The anchor announced the name and Shivani widened her eyes and her jaw dropped at the Floor. She wins the title of dance championship, she immediately hugged ruhanika and meera ran towards the stage not before stumbling two times and almost fell on the stairs.
She kissed the trophy and closed her eyes instantly seeing a picture of her mother and father smiling on her wins.
Marine drives
Marine Drive, also called the Queen's Necklace, is one of the most easily recognizable landmarks in Mumbai. It is the best place to spend your evening with beautiful sunsets and delicious street food. In the evening, it becomes more beautiful when the sun starts hiding under the sea and the sky blushes in the collision of these two elements.
It's like a collision of fire and water together telling us that water and fire can look beautiful and elegant together.
The heavy waves touch the tetrapod which are stones at Marine drive. You know, Its main function is to dissipate the strong waves that continuously lash the shore. Just like in our life we want someone who protects us from the world.
"Shivani,you and your obsession with marine drive seriously"
Meera whined at her friends who were peacefully looking at the sunset sipping their tea with Vada pav. Meera wanted to celebrate by playing music and dancing but her friends are totally opposite of her.
"What's wrong with marine drive meera, look at the sunset it's so lavish and extensive,telling us ending can be more beautiful than beginnings"
Shivani smiled looking at the sun and munched on her vada pav. She always finds a silver lining in every person, thing and situation. Just like the sun, in the evening it disappeared but every morning it came back with the same powerful energy just like we are supposed to face our problems.
"Haan meri maa bahut Sundar hai yeh nazara,but for now you are coming with me for your celebration okay"
(Yes my mother, this view is very beautiful, but for now you are coming with me for your celebration okay)
Meera declared without hearing any response from them and dragged them from marine drive at their home to get ready.
Shivani started walking with her to match her pace not noticing her one anklet leave behind where they were sitting earlier. A black colour lamborghini was following her from the time she left the college and stayed there.
A man wearing black cap, coat and mask hiding his face bowing his head down to avoid any kind of contact with people. He directly went towards the spot where Shivani was sitting and looked at her anklet which was shining. He held the anklet gently like he was holding a delicate thing in his palm and shook a little bit and closed his eyes hearing the melodious sound of the anklet.
"khajur"
(Dates)
He whispered the name and kissed anklet and went towards his car not wanting to get noticed by anyone.
But he didn't notice that the man who was making the tea at the tea stall was secretly clicking his picture and sending it to somebody.
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