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.”

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