The Dancer

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he said, “You go ahead. I’ll join you later.”

“No you won’t.”, Naina sighed. “You’re coming with me right now.”

“I promise I’ll join you in a bit.”

“Don’t be such a wuss Ayan. It’s my brother’s wedding.”

“I have never done this sober. And besides, I’m terrible.”

“Ayan, there’s no such thing as a bad dancer. There are good dancers, and there are cute dancers.”, she smirked.

“I don’t want to be cute. I’m a man.”

Naina burst out laughing. “Alright big boy. Suit yourself.”

He looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor, slowly losing herself to the music.


He never forgot that night. It was the night he danced sober for the first time.



Happy (T-2)day I guess!


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