Everything was as straight as a jalebi. Saira thought.
What did her parents want?
Marriage.
What did she want?
Freedom and happiness.
What does she have?
Lots of confusion and a jalebi.
Gorging on jalebi and rabdi,that Varun had brought as a gift for Saira for teaching him hip hop.
The previous day's activities played liked a replay in her head.

Dressed elegantly in a kurti and legging,she went with her family to meet Mr Malhotra's house.
Actually it was a freakin mansion.
Her eyes searched for him.
Only him.
Maybe sensing this,her brother and Shyla smiled teasingly at her direction.
"So,Beta!What do you plan now?"
She glanced at the person who had asked her.
It was a pretty looking lady who must be middle aged.Clad in a Salwar kameez like a punjabi kudi,she looked elegant.
She answered,"I am planning on expanding my dance class this time,to those kids who can't afford it."
The lady,Mrs Malhotra nodded happily and smiled in a motherly way,which made Saira feel warmth.
"Would you like to collaborate with a NGO?"
She turned towards the person again.
It was a middle aged man,who looked every bit of businessman like her dad and had an extra aura to his demeanour.
She answered,"Is it possible?"
He nodded and said,"There is my this friend,Raheja.He works for a NGO which helps underprivileged children for education,extra curriculum activities too."
She heard every bit intently and nodded and was glad that her plan for expanding it was soon going to turn into a reality.
This helped in two motives.
1. Make her and dance class famous for more enrolment which she had thought as a business woman.
2. To make such kids dream fulfill as part of her mental conscience which helped in gaining inner peace and satisfaction.
Both mr and Mrs Malhotra were warm and nice persons.
But their son never made entry.

"I reject him." She blurted out to Shyla who sat munching those crispy yellow jalebis.
Shyla had not been paying attention to Saira but this statement caught her attention.
Pushing back her long hair,she asked Saira,"What makes you think you are rejecting him?Maybe he is rejecting you?"
Shyla said in a playful tone.
Saira's eyes widened at this thought.Maybe?
But she shaked her head.Why must she think about a person who has not even met her.

Something inside her made her feel different.
She had not even seen him.Why does she need to think about it?
Shyla observed her tense pose and said,"Hey I was joking!"
Saira looked up and got up and said,"It's not you Shyla.I know you.Its just that.....Nothing.If next time he meets me,I am going to make sure he is out of here."

She observed Shyla wanted to interrupt her but she kept blabbing about what she would do to Nikhil,oblivious of His presence.

He wasn't expecting something grand at the dance class of this girl.
But it amused him that how could a Girl go on talking about him,unaware he is standing at her back.

To make a grand entry now.He thought,unaware that he was smiling himself.