College gate
Dushyant: Kitni der aur Ishita..bus chali jayegi….
Ishita is still chatting with her friends.
Ishita: 2 min….abhi bus ko 5 min hai…
Dushyant impatiently checks his watch. He sees the bus coming from the corner.
Dushyant: Ishitaaaa…chal…jaldi…Ishita starts walking fast, but cannot match the speed of him. He leaves trying to match her speed and runs full steam ahead, waving hands to the driver…
The bus stops, Dushyant almost gets in and stands there panting….
Driver: kya hua….itna kya haaf raha hai…
Dushyant (panting): ruko….woh…huffff…Ishi…huffff…..
Ishita calmly gets inside the bus behind him and smiles at the driver.
Ishita: Thank you uncle…aaj aapne phir se mere liye bus roka…
Dushyant looks at her with a 'I don't believe you' look. He stands there huffing and puffing, meanwhile Ishita has settled cooly and is enjoying the scenery outside.
Ishita: paani chahiye Dush..she hands him a bottle of water. He drinks half of it and gives it back.
Ishita: driver uncle kitne sweet hai naa…roz mere liye bus rok lete hai..
Dushyant (angry): Driver Uncle? Aur main jo PT Usha ki tarah bhaagta hoon uska kya?
Ishita (laughing): PT Usha….hahahaaha..PT Usha nahi…Milkha Singh !
Dushyant (smile): haan haan…tum samajh gayi naa..haan toh mera kya..mujhe toh aaj tak thank you nahi bola…
Ishita: tum kaunsa mere liye bhaagte ho…apni exercise ke liye yeh daud lagate ho…college ke gate ke saamne khadi ladkiyon ko dikhaane ke liye…
Dushyant (combing hairs): who toh hai..ab main itna handsome aur fit hoon toh kya karoon…
Ishita (making face): Fit and handsome ! toh bataoo Mr Handsome…valentine day pe kaunsi princess ke saath dance pe jaa rahe ho..
Dushyant: Bahut hai….Shanaya….Rini….Kirti….
Ishita: Shanaya Ritesh ki nayi gf hai, Rini apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hai aur Kirti…ne aaj subah subah tumhe manaa kar diya…
Dushyant (muttering): Iske khabri pata nahi kahan kahan hai…
Ishita: kuch kaha?
Dushyant: Nahi toh..kuch bhi nahi…..waise tum he kisine poocha abhi tak..
Ishita (looking outside): oh god….ab iska kya jawaab doon is donkey ko..
Dushyant (in her ears): Kuch kaha?
Ishita (closing eyes, sighing): Nahi…abhi tak nahi..har saal ki tarah iss baar bhi audience banke TV ke saamne baithoongi…
Dushyant: hmmm…Yaar Ishita har saal hum dono Valentine day ki tayyari karte hai…ek card ki ummeed rakhte hai..
Ishita (sighing): ek date ki raah dekhte hai…ek chocolate ke liye taraste hai…
Together: lekin har saal…..akele ghar pe TV dekhte hai….laanat hai hum dono pe…
They both look at each other and laugh…
Dushyant: koi nahi milne waala iss saal bhi..
Ishita: hmmm…
Ishita gets a message on her phone. She checks it and chuckles.
Dushyant: Naya joke?
Ishita: haan..sort of…ek ad hai…naye salsa class ka…yahin – Jogi Nagar me…valentine special discount hai..4 classes me basic salsa….
Dushyant (chuckle): What rubbish…4 class me salsa..mujhse toh 10 class me bhi nahi hoga…bakwaas..
Ishita: you are right…faltoo me class jayenge…kya hoga…kuch ladke honge…
Dushyant: Kuch ladkiyan..
Ishita: phir couples pair honge..
Dushyant: aur koi song pe dance karenge…main ladki ki kamar pakad sakta hoon..
Ishita: koi ladka mujhe lift karega…
They both think about it separately.
Ishita: Kya soch rahe ho? Jaoge class me?
Dushyant (dismissing): What? Nope…paagal hai kya? Tum jaogi?
Ishita: eeeeeksss..main aur salsa….never…
They both get down and go home separately.
Evening, dance class
Voice: 5 6 7 8….and twist….so beautiful…yes…
Ishita: excuse..excuse me..
Instructor: Yes..may I help you?
Ishita (nervous): ahhh….I am ishita…aaj hi admission liya maine….
Instructor: Oh good…welcome…do you have any experience before?
Ishita (licking lips, looking around): No…no…I am new…
Instructor: No problems…...filhaal sabke partners ban gaye hai…we are expecting a guy to come…kisine enquire kiya tha..tab tak you can just practice with me..
Ishita swallows as the instructor holds her hand and starts teaching her basic steps.
Instructor: Relax Miss…don't be scared….1,2, 3 turn…turn…I said turn…
Ishita fumbles. The guy is still patient and continues teaching her. The instructor announces a water break. Ishita retreats and gulps down water. She has been sweating…
The instructor starts the song again…Ishita goes hopefully to him, he is busy with other student. Ishita's face falls, she watches all other couples dancing gracefully. She had hoped that she would meet someone today, someone fun- a tall, handsome guy. She is disappointed and seats herself.
She is almost close to tears, when the instructor walks to her.
Insructor: Miss Ishita..I have got a partner for you..he is new just as you..I think you guys will make a good pair…come with me..
He holds Ishita's hand and dodging the dancing couples takes her to approach a guy who is dancing…ehhhhh sorry trying to dance!...clumsily..all alone…
The instructor taps his shoulder and the guy turns immediately with a huge smile…which soon turns to OOOO shaped mouth !
Ishita: Dushyant ! tum…
Dushyant (croaking): Ishita…..yahan?
They both look at each other. The instructor asks them to hold each other and dance…..
They both make weird faces at each other…..
Dushyant (mind): Ohhhh God….yeh sukdi bombil (thin girl in Mumbai lingo)….iske saath kya nachoonga main
Ishita (mind): Urhhhhhhhh…Dushyant…..isse acha toh main apne Papa ke saath na nach loon….
Instructor: Come on guys…start dancinggggggg….1,2,3 turnnnnn…
Wellll..many guys requested Ishyant story..i got this short story idea...Valentine day is around the corner..so lets see if these guys make magic together ! tell me do you like it..it will probably be 2 or 3 chaps long...