series Entwine
Ritvik Malik, a man who has been in love with his best friend's sister since their school days. To her, he's the charming and sweet "chocolate boy." However, beneath this facade lies a ruthless mafia figure who doesn't hesitate to el...
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I was packing my ghungroo, which I usually wore during dance practice. I'm a Kathak dancer, and I love all forms of dance. My dream is to open a dance academy that teaches a wide variety of dance forms. I know it's tough to have all dance forms, but I want to learn at least 10-15 different styles so that I can teach them to people.
As I was leaving the class, I called my brother because he had mentioned he would be coming to pick me up. I waited outside and saw a familiar figure approaching me at high speed.
The figure suddenly stopped the bike in front of me, and I saw Ritvik, still in his school uniform and drenched in sweat, his white school shirt sticking to him like a second skin, and his hair wet, probably from pouring water on it.
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(the only close picture i could found)
I couldn't help but ogle at him, and he noticed.
"Oh, hi Vanilla. Kala Kendra mein dance sikhti ho. Nice, very good. Pata nahi tha ki chilane ke alawa aur bhi koi talent hai tumhare pass," he said with a smirk, fully aware that I had been ogling him.
"Oh, please, stop it," I said, done with our usual banter.
"Waise, tum abhi bhi school uniform mein?" I asked.
"Yeh, aree, mein tumhe chodne ke baad long drive pe chala gaya tha. Isliye," he said, touching his nose repeatedly.
"Acha, theek hai," I replied, not entirely convinced by the excuse he gave.
suddenly, my brother also arrived, wearing a leather jacket and Ray-Ban sunglasses, and stopped in front of us.
"Hi, Rit. Tu yahan, aur voh bhi aisa halat mein?" my brother said as he took off his sunglasses.
"Aree, mein drive pe chala gaya tha. Isliye," Ritvik said again, touching his nose.
"Ah, I get it. Chal, tu nikal, warna aunty tense ho rahi hongi. Mein bhi nikalta hoon. School mein milte hain," my brother said, sitting on his bike and signaling for me to join him.
