Piya's POV

A few more days passed and I rarely met the boss because his meetings were either outside or he worked from home and his only point of contact was Simran.

Tomorrow is the new year so I'm off today and tomorrow. The new year gives me immense happiness. I'll be excited for the new beginnings and happy to have my family safe and healthy throughout the year.

Tonight I had plans to go out with my friends minus Khushboo & Misha. I'm grateful for that otherwise I don't know how I would have faced them after declaring an imaginary relationship and heartbreak  between Khushboo and I 

Me and my other 3 friends , Shruti, Rati and Rati's boyfriend, Manish, came to a newly opened club in the city which has an amazing view for the photos. We occupied the sofa near the pool side so that we can be as crazy as we want.

Man... mast... magan... (My... crazy... heart)

Yeah, the songs here are amazing. They are making all of us go gaga over them. I can't wait to occupy the dance floor. It feels amazing to have no office work, no glaring boss and only friends. 

Piya, what are you thinking ?

Nothing, just seeing surroundings.

I must say, you are looking hot in this red dress. Red looks wow on you

I am wearing a red dress that reaches till my thighs and pairs it with the transparent block heels.

Aww, thank you, Rati, so do you. Blue looks fantastic on you. Let me go and get a drink.

Sure Piya

My glass is empty so I go to grab a mocktail as I'm not in the mood to have the cocktail.

Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you.

As usual me and my habit of colliding with the people is unbreakable but luckily this time, I didn't have anything in my hand, hehe.

NOT AGAIN

I heard this voice before so I raise my head and see my Boss staring oops glaring at me.

Immediately I move back and notice him in casual clothes. This is the first time, I'm seeing him without the formals and I may say that he looks nice and handsome. Didn't realize that he also checked me out in my different avatar.

Sorry Sir.

Piya, you are here? How are you?

Hi Atharv, I'm good. Just came out with my friends. How about you?

Same here, Bhai (brother) and I came along with our friend. Bhai, I told you that she is Piya but you didn't believe me.

What Atharv?, I'm confused with his answer.

Piya, we are sitting on the top floor. From there I saw you and told Bhai that you are also here but he didn't believe me so I brought him down.

Okay, so it's not my mistake for the collision, I mumble.

I need a filter on my mouth because I get the hard glare from Mr. Beast on my audible self-talk.

You are so funny, Piya.

Thanks Atharv.

I feel my Boss's angry eyes on me for chit-chatting with his brother and that's my cue to leave.

Byee

Before Atharv can reply, I go back to my friends, forgetting my drink.

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Piya, where's your mocktail?, Shruti asks on seeing me empty handed.

Not interested now.

Why, what happened? Are you okay?

Manish, Rati's boyfriend and our college friend asks.

Nothing, just thought of dancing because right now songs are amazing.

Yesssss, excited Shruti jumps from her seat. She is the most excited and amazing dancer of our group. I tagged her to the floor followed by the couple.

Baby, calm down, calm down
Girl, this your body e put my heart for lockdown
For lockdown, oh, lockdown
Girl, you sweet like Fanta, Fanta
If I tell you say I love you no dey form yanga, oh, yanga
No tell me no, no, no, no, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Baby, come gimme your lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
You got me like, "Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa"
Shawty come gimme your lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love, mm-mm

We start grooving on calm down as DJ is playing remix of bollywood and english songs. We all are laughing and dancing like no one's watching us in the middle of the floor. Seeing our excited selves, others join too.

Tenu kala chashma

Tenu kala chashma

Tenu kala chashma jachda ae

 jachda ae gore mukhde te.

When Kala chashma starts playing, we all get crazy and start doing its hook-step and then comes the songs of the year.

Lover...Lover....... Loverrrrrr 

Koi Se... Koi Siii.... 

When koi si.. started, the audience went crazy.  Later, Atharv joined us in the dancing. It made me think where's his brother, I mean Mr. Beast.

Where is the Sir?, I ask him in the sign language.

He replies back through the sign language.

I turn and see Mr. Beast standing in a corner with a clear view of Atharv and me. I'm sure he 's standing there to keep an eye on me in case I accidentally harm his brother.

I asked Atharv if his brother could dance and that made him hysterically laugh. That traitor told his brother the same thing through the sign language.

Atharv, NO, seeing my scared face, he laughs more.

I ignore him and start dancing. A few minutes later, I feel someone clutch my hand so I turn to shout but gulp my words because that hand is of my Boss.

You were saying something, Miss. Sharma ?

Nothing, Sir

You want to know if I can dance or not, right?

No.. Not at all...

Before I can complete my sentence he pulls me towards him. We both stand seeing each other and slowly he starts doing salsa with me on despacito song because that's what DJ is playing.

I feel weird whenever his hands roam on my arms and whenever I twirl he's holding me without letting me fall. It would be unfair to say that I didn't enjoy the dance.

Its the time, guys

DJ began the countdown for New Year and stopped the music and also our salsa.

10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1

Happy New Year, Sir

Happy New Year, Miss Sharma and don't get any wrong impression. I just dance to remove your misconception.

I know, Sir.

No way, this Beast can have any positive feelings towards me. He is waiting for me to leave the company and give him the peace.

Bhai (Brother)

Yes, Atharv

Shall we go ?

Yeahh

Piya, how are you going ? Do you want us to drop you?, Atharv asks.

No, I can manage. My friends are here.  They met my boss and Atharv and had formal introductions.

Okay, Bye

Bye Atharv. Bye Sir

The beast leaves without replying to my wishes.

Don't mind him, Atharv apologizes on his behalf. 

Before my friends can have any misconceptions about my dance with Mr. Beast, I told them what kind of taskmaster my boss is. They laugh and pity me.

Aryansh's POV

Atharv and I went to the newly opened pub of my friend. A few days ago, I received a call from my friend, Adeel Junaid Khan, inviting me to join the new year celebrations. Atharv invited himself and tagged along with me.

Adeel (Bhaijaan) Brother, you built such a beautiful place.

Thanks Atharv.

What do you say Aryansh?, Adeel asks me and as a good friend I honestly reply.

Better than your face, A**hole

F**K you

Not Interested

I stand near the balcony to see the ground floor. What is unexpected for me is to see Miss Sharma here. For a second, I didn't believe that she was here due to the heavy crowd but Atharv confirmed as he also saw her and went down to meet her.

NOT AGAIN

Now, I'm sure that this girl never uses her eyes because she collides with me again but luckily there is no drink in her hand this time.

Sorry, Sir.

Atharv joined and started talking with her. I see how happily she is talking with him but a minute ago she is having a painful face as if I was torturing her.

Later, Atharv joins the dance floor and Junaid disappears, and doesn't know where.

Atharv dance with Miss. Sharma and he made a gesture telling me that she thinks I don't know how to dance. To prove her wrong I decided to dance with her.

You were saying something, Miss. Sharma ?

Nothing, Sir

You want to know if I can dance or not, right?

Before she can say no I pull her and wrap my hands around her waist. During the dance her hands are on my shoulders and increase the beats of my heart. It is getting hard for me to keep a stoic face when she is matching every step of mine without any incorrect foot movement.

Whenever she comes close, even for a second, I am getting affected. My hands itch to tighten the hold on her waist and arms but as a gentleman I maintain the distance. Can't make her uncomfortable to prove that I can dance.

Our dance stops when the countdown starts to welcome the new year. Miss. Sharma tries to leave my hand but I didn't pay her any attention and behave as if I don't know that she is standing beside me. When the countdown came to one, we both wished each other. For some reason, I didn't like she declining our offer of dropping her at home.