Hi all! How are you? Sorry but this is not an update. Yeah, I can hear your shouts right till here. 😂

I've something to share with you. It consists of four simple words—

I'm not getting married.

Bet you thought I was going to announce that didn't you, you sneaky peeps. I do imagine myself announcing that one day, but that one day is not now so let me enjoy my bachelor life. 😜 So let's start again—

I got a job. 💼

Let me rephrase it- this lazy ass girl finally managed to hitch a job lol. It's not a big shot job so I won't reveal what I'm doing exactly, however the company is good. Wipro, it is. I honestly don't know how long I'll last (too much pressure) or how long I'll work there bcos that's not my destination. I'm just doing it for a few months experience. I'll leave to find a better one afterwards.

Anyways, I'm not here to talk about my life. I've always wondered what would happen to my stories and the updating schedule if I get a job. I don't want to stop writing or leave my stories halfway.

For the past two weeks, I've been trying to write but it's been difficult. And writing late at night is almost impossible when you're so damn sleepy. So here's the thing— I'll continue Serious in Love but it's going to be on hold for let's say, a month. I'm not sure. The thing is I want to post the next four chapters on a continuous interval. There would only be a one week gap between them at max. I have a good reason for that, believe me. Many things will happen in those four chapters and I don't think it would do any good to make you wait in between them. So far, I've written three chapters (without editing) and I need to be a little ahead in my writing which is why I'm taking this break. Most importantly, I need to practice and find time to write. I hate making you guys wait and I hate going slow too when I desperately want to jump to the scenes after those four chapters. You'll love it.

The updates are going to be regular after that. Updates will be one chapter in every 10- 14 days (after those four chapters)

As a parting gift, I'm going to rewind your memories of this story to a happy time. Particularly when Vansh and Ahana were in cloud nine. Let's see how quick you figure out what scene and chapter it is. Make an inline comment as soon as you remember. And no scrolling down, okay?

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“This is certainly weird,” Vansh spoke, his tone disapproving as he moved with me. His one hand rested above my hip while other clasped to my hand.

(Comment if you remember which scene it is, WITHOUT scrolling down)

I stepped one leg behind me, then the other and motioned him to follow my steps. I glanced at his puzzled state and dropped my hands. “Look at others. They are dancing too. It's not that hard. See,” I gestured towards the other few couples dancing around us. There was a particular place in the fifth arrondissement along the Seine river. Many couples gathered to do a tango dance along the tango- esque music that was played by a old man sitting by the river side while a few others acted as spectators to watch the dance unfold. I wanted to come here ever since I heard about this, but looks like, a certain someone wasn't too enthusiastic about it.

(I guess you are starting to remember. Comment if you realized it now. Ok baba, I'll stop being the third wheel. 😝 Back to the story)

“Yes, I'm seeing them and realizing that we hardly know the dance,” Vansh muttered, a little too annoyingly.

“Fine,” I gave up since he had a point. “We'll observe them for a while.”

We settled down on the steps meant for spectators. I glued my eyes to the couples watching them dance though at the same time, I felt my enthusiasm losing. Vansh was watching too, but I could clearly see it in his eyes that he'd rather spend an hour in the toilet than watch this shit. I sighed heavily.

“Bonjour,” A deep voice greeted from my left and I turned my head to see a dark blonde man, throwing a curious look at me.

“Uh, were you calling me?” I asked while looking left and right to see if he was perhaps calling someone else.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he nodded slightly. “Yes, madamoiselle, indeed I was calling you,” he answered, his French accent clearly detectable with his English words. His words seemed to have caught Vansh's attention as he turned to him. “I, eh, happened to witness you and your partner dancing before. You are a beginner, I presume but you seemed quite coordinated with your body.”

“Yes, actually, I love dancing in general. That's why I'm here to try.”

He nodded in understanding. He seemed quite old, like in the late twenties but kind of charming with his sparkly smile. He gently stood up and extended his hand, surprising both me and Vansh. “Can I have the honor to dance with you? If you don't mind that is,” his nervousness was obvious in his voice.

I was lost for words. No one had ever asked me for a dance before. Something like this only happened in fiction. Turns out Paris was not only a romantic place but produced romantic men too. I turned to Vansh who was wearing the same expression as me and then to this nameless gentleman. I stood up as well. “But I hardly know Tango.”

“Pas de problemè (No problem) It's just for fun anyway. I feel like you'll dance well. Just follow my lead.”

I didn't had the heart to reject the only person who asked me so kindly. For once, I wanted to dance with a professional but I didn't know what Vansh had to say about this. I wouldn't go if he didn't like it.

Vansh caught my gaze and it was as if his eyes had given the answer as he blinked once. Seriously, what did I do to deserve such a wonderful man by my side? He just made me fall harder for him each time.

“Be right back dear,” I said with love and kissed him on his cheek.

Drew, the blonde was a pro, alright. It was difficult to match his steps at first. I would often trip my sandles on his shoes, which made it thrice more embarrassing. I'm sure he was regretting asking me big time. I caught a glimpse of Vansh who was smiling at me as if saying not to worry. I smiled back at him, wishing it was him and not this stranger.

After a few fall outs, I was able to follow his moves though obviously, I couldn't master it all. Drew risked it even further by making me leap a few steps and jump along with him. Somehow I was able to do it without tripping myself. In a way, he knew how to carry me through the dance, without me, making a fool out of myself. I simply assisted him in the best way I could. The whole experience was enjoyable and by the end of it, both of us were smiling. Few people even whirled their heads to look our way.

“Thanks for providing me with the opportunity to dance, Drew. You are indeed good at this,” I complimented and all I could think of was how politely I spoke like a respectable lady of the eighteenth century. Felt good to delve back in history.

“Pleasure is mine, Ahaena,” he spoke, misspelling my name but I brushed it off. Then he surprised me again by leaning his head to kiss my cheek. “I should be the one thanking you, young lady. You look lovely,” he complimented while I gazed back at him starstruck. It wasn't everyday someone complimented you (besides your boyfriend) so excuse my inner fangirl dancing with her pom pom. Maybe it was the effect of the black one piece dress I was wearing today.

Someone cleared their throat, very aggressively I may add, slapping me back to reality. Vansh snaked his arm around my waist in a vice like grip. His brown eyes were fierce with fury as he eyed Drew before us.

“Oi chidiye ke ghosale— tuje kya do- char tango karna aa gaya ki meri girlfriend ko udane me lag gaya, saala. Arre dance karne ko bola tha kutte, apne chichorepan dikhane ko nhi,” Vansh spat in Hindi while I stared at him wide eyed.

(Oi, you bird nested hair cunt— just because you aced in two- four steps of tango, you think you can sweep my girlfriend off her feet. I told you to dance with her, not flirt, you dog.)

The blonde blinked several times, his discomfort evident. “What is he saying, Mademoiselle?”

I bursted out laughing, surprising both of them. “Oh, it's nothing. He was just playing tongue twisters. It's between us. You wouldn't possibly understand,” I replied and made an attempt to put off Vansh's fire of jealousy by a kiss on his cheek. “Au revoir (bye).”

Vansh continued sulking minutes after Drew was gone. Honestly, I wanted to laugh and kiss all over his face but I remained calm and pampered him. When he reverted back to his cheerful self, instead of leaving, he dragged me to the place where the couples were dancing. Then he interlinked his fingers with mine, weirding me out.

“What are you doing?” I questioned, even though it was blatantly obvious.

He didn't answer me, instead he placed his other hand on my waist and mine on his shoulder, like solving an equation. When I enquired him again, he pulled me to him until our faces were just an inch apart. “I may not dance like that fucker but I can definitely show you how to have a time that you'll never forget,” he said, smirking and I already felt my heart melting at his words.

“I would love to see where you take me. Show me,” I challenged and he smirked more if possible.

And he most certainly made it unforgettable.

Sure, his moves were nowhere perfect as that blonde but he wasn't bad either. Our shoes clicked against the stone quai as we moved simultaneously, drawing a music on our own. He would often surprise me by pushing himself away either to pull me in or to twirl me around. Sometimes, I would do the same and we would giggle together. It was easier to follow his moves, easier to look into his deep pool of brown and get my heart pumping. Somehow, it reminded me of the dance we did at Vancouver, even though the forms were different. In the midst of it, Vansh hurried to the old man who was playing the songs with his run old music player and requested him for a song he had on his mobile. I noticed the old man smiling as he glanced at me, then told something to Vansh before changing the song.

A familiar voice reached my ears and I recognized the song. It was Ed Sheeran— Thinking out loud.

As we got into the rhythm of the music, our dance escalated. No longer did I care whether my moves were perfect or not. I simply wanted him to take me away from here, far away with him. The familiar song sounded melodic to my ears, the cool breeze hit against our skins, the colorful lights were throwing their shades on us. At the end of the song, I felt like I was floating. He withdrew me again with his hand and paused. His eyes already told me what he was upto so I braced myself for it. He pulled me in and I jumped, allowing him to lift me up. I placed my arms around his neck for support. The song ended and our spell was broken as we returned to reality. Sounds of clapping reached my ears and I took the opportunity to look around— Many of them had their eyes on us. Even Vansh seemed as shocked as me. None of us were aware of being watched. I lowered my head to him and smiled at his smiling face. As his grip loosened to pull me down, I did one thing I couldn't do at the wall of love back then— I dipped my head and gave him one long smooch.

A few whistles were heard in the background. He wore a gigantic smile on his face by the time he placed me down. Little did he know that I lived for that smile. We bowed down dramatically to the spectators, thanking them for paying attention.

“Feel free to take my interview, people. You can find me on [email protected],” Vansh announced loudly to the walls and floors.

I pulled his shoulder. “Let's go, dear. They aren't paying attention anymore. And when did you change your email address?”

“Just now. Don't you know me? I change my email every month.”

I chuckled and kissed him on the side of his neck, surprising myself. I didn't know why I was being so touchy today. He grinned before pulling me to his arms and I melted onto him.

Gradually, he pulled away to kiss my temple. “You have no idea how happy I am, An. If the world were to suddenly end today. If I were to die with you, I wouldn't actually mind.”

Glad I wasn't the only fool thinking of foolish things but his words hit such a chord in my heart that it brought me close to tears. “Oh God, you don't need to cry, baby! The world isn't ending. It needs to wait for us to consummate our relationship before that.”

“Shut up!” I said, slapping his shoulder. He just had to remind me of that. No, the world needs to wait for us to consummate atleast a hundred times before it ends. Now look who's talking.

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Shit man, I'm such a horrible writer. I feel bad for bringing these two lovebirds down to the state where they are now but we will have to be patient. Comment your thoughts below. Just anything you wanna say regarding the story.

Until next time folks. Take care. ✌

PS- R i p Chester Bennington.
(From me and from Vansh and Ahana who attended their concert in Vancouver 😭😭)