The song starts and everyone dances. Dushyant and Ishita look at each other and donot move.

Instructor: hey you two..come on..practice…girls left leg back, boys right leg front..

They both sigh and start their routine.. 1,2 3…OUCHHHHHHH..

Dushyant (rubbing nose): Yeh kya kiya…..arre left leg back…back…

Ishita: (rubbing forehead): Oucccchhhh…sorry….tum jaante ho naa mujhe hamesha left right confusion hai …

Dushyant (slapping his forehead): kahan phass gaya…chalo..ab dance karo…aur main jab aage aaoonga tab tum peeche jaana…

Dushyant: 1, 2, 3 Ouchhhhhhh..

Ishita: ab kya hua?

Dushyant (holding his feet): Awwwww….mera per….tumhare joote…kam se kam 15 kilo ke honge..

Ishita (checking): nahi toh….kaise hai? Monu(elder sister) ke hai…chupke se pahen liye maine….Salsa ke liye heels chahiye naa..

Dushyant limps and sits down.

Ishita: itni jaldi thakk gaye? Mr fit ! hunhhh…

Dushyant: tumhare saath dance karna khatre se khaali nahi hai…mujhse nahi hoga….hey bhagwaan..kya socha tha..kya ho gaya..

Ishita: You are absolutely correct….maine bhi kya socha tha..koi tall, handsome ladka ayega jo mujhe phool ke jaise uthaega..phir mera naam poochega…jaan pehchaan badhayega…aur iss Valentine day pe ek date milega…aur mila toh kya….doodhi jaise haath waala ek pahelwaan..

Dushyant (angry): Kya kaha? Pahelwaan? ….maine bhi kya kya socha thaa..ek khoobsurat si ladki – patli kamar waali, lambe baalon waali..meethi awaaz waali mera haath thaamegi….aur meri ungli pakadke naachegi…..aur mili toh kya….sukdi bombil….

Instructor: Okay..thats for today….practice at home..see you all at next class..Bye..

Dushyant and Ishita walk out ignoring each other. They walk separately and wait for bus. They get in and sit in the same seat but with face away. In between each manage to steal a glance at each other. This happens separately, but then one time they both catch each other in the act. They can't help but smile and then laugh…

Dushyant: Kya yaar Ishita….tumne toh kaha tha..EEEEEkkksss..main aur salsa..never….

Ishita: achaa..tumne kya kaha tha? Pagal hai kya?

Dushyant (curving his lips): who…valentine day ke liye yeh sab..

Ishita: main bhi….magar next class me please partner change karte hai..

Dushyant: 100%...hopefully next class tak mera per (leg) bhi theekh ho jayega..

Night

Ishita (mind): Bechara Dushyant….bahut dard hua hoga usse…phone karti hoon…

She messages in watsuppp..

Ishita: hey…wassup..

Dushyant: Bol…kya kaam hai?

Ishita: tumhara per kaisa hai?

Dushyant: fracture ho gaya hai..thanks to u…

Ishita: what? OMG…I am sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry…

Dushyant: ab sorry bolke kya faayda…2 hafte house arrest me rahoonga…..

Ishita: soooooo soryyyyyy….tum aaram karo..main kal aati hoon….

Dushyant: theekh hai..magar please apne who high heel 15 kilo waale joote mat pahenke aana…goodnight…

Next day morning:

Ishita: good morning aunty…

Dushyant M: arre Ishi beta..aaao naa..kitne din baad..yeh kya mandir jaake aayi…maathe pe teeka hai..

Ishita: Haan aunty..prasad lijiye naa..

Dushyant M: thank you..lekin aaj mandir? Kya special hai?

Ishita: woh…who aunty….kal meri wajah se Dushyant ka per fracture ho gaya..toh who jaldi theekh ho jaaye isliye mandir…

Dushyant M (smiles): hmm….acha kiya..baitho main bulaati hoon ….Dushyant! DushyanTtTTTTT…

Ishita: Nahi aunty..main dekhti hoon…bechara kaise chalega..dard hoga naa…

Dushyant's mother controls her chuckle as Ishita walks up to Dushyant's room.

Dushyant room

An English song is blaring from his computer, his dirty clothes are strewn around, Dushyant is dancing like a monkey with a towel on his head…

The song stops suddenly…

Dushyant: Kya Maa….main dance kar raha tha naa…

A book flies across and hits his towel covered face. He yells and removes the towel and stands there in shock !

Dushyant: Ishi…tum..

Ishita: tumhara fracture kaisa hai?

Dushyant (remembering and holding one leg): Ohhhhh..puch mat…kitna dard kar raha hai

Ishita: acha..itna dard ho raha hai ki…left leg ki jagah right leg pakda hai

Dushyant (looking down, changing leg): oh haan…pata hi nahi chala..

Ishita charges on him and hits his stomach repeatedly.

Dushyant (pain): Owwwww…..arre maar mat..sach me fracture ho jayegaa..Maaaa…Bachaoooooo…

His mother comes to his room.

Dushyant M: Maaro ache se maaro….kyun jhooth kaha Ishi se…bechari tere liye mandir jaake aayi…

Dushyant: yeh aur mandir…aur who bhi mere liye….hahahahaha….kyun jhooth bol rahi ho..pakka uss pandit ke ladke ko line maarne gayi hogi…valentine day pe date ke liye kuch bhi karegi yeh paagal..

Ishita (hitting him): Kya kaha…mazaak udaa rahe ho mera..dekhna..tumhe iss valentine day pe koi moti…kaduu kahinki ladki milegi..pahelwaan kahinke…

Dushyant M: bas bas….bas karo dono….school ke time se ek doosre ke liye partner dhoondh rahe ho…tum dono kab samjhoge…..you are the best partners for each other..

Dushyant (shock): KYAAA…yeh sukdi Bombil…..kya Maa….

Ishita (angry): haan aunty….aap mujhse pyaar nahi karti kya..is donkey ko mere palle baandh rahi hai..sheeeeee…

Dushyant M (giving up): Hey Bhagwaan..aap hi kuch magic karo….inn dono ko akkal aa jayegi..

She leaves the room. Ishita and Dushyant stop fighting and look at each other. They think over what Dushyant's mom just said.

Dushyant (looking at Ishita): Tum aur Main…..Yuckkkkkkk….no….never..

Ishita (shivering): Issssshhhhhhhhhhh…..soch ke hi kaap rahi hoon…

Meanwhile….up….thoda aur up…waayyyyyyy more up…

God (looking down at the fighting teenagers): Hmmmmm….Let the magic begin…..he twists his fingers….

Await the magic in the next chapter...