MaNan ff: Tera Ban Gya ✔

Chapter 18

Nandini was contented. The workshop was a successful event. Major credit goes to her new assistant, Krish Fatehpuria who was on his toes and did his best in the assistance. 

"Missus G!" and that's how he addresses Nandini because for him calling Gurviji is too old-fashioned as well as disregard to her beauty "I am going to get myself some snacks. Do you want something?" 

Sitting behind her desk with some paper works, Nandini bites back the urge to correct him for the umpteenth time but chose otherwise on finding him standing leaning by the door with a little smugness on his face "Tea, please."

"Coming right in five." Finding him zooming out, Nandini shook her head waving him off by continuing her work.

Though a bit cocky, sometimes insolent and suspicious, Nandini was thoroughly impressed and appreciated his work. By this far, Nandini understood he would not do anything he is asked. He would oppose and give his initiatives. He has even improvised the whole workshop a bit three days before when they were discussing the event. 

Instead of providing the workshop just for the learning students in the studio, he suggested letting it be open for outsiders who are keen to learn the basics of classical and fusion dance. Nandini was sceptical at first with the idea as they had just a few days in their hands to make any change in the event. And even if they do, they need to promote and market the event to make people aware of it. And not to forget the venue as her studio would not be sufficient to accommodate more than thirty students. 

But seems like Krish was all prep with the solution.

Banaras Hindu University--- from promoting to running the event, Krish made it all happen by collaborating with the university itself.

The university welcomed Nandini being the alumni and academics brilliance with a warm embrace. She was nostalgic and not to forget, overwhelmed with utmost gratitude she was showered with. And the constant support of her man and family was all worth it.

But that's not where they stopped. Soon after the accomplishment of the workshop, Krish suggested a cluster level dance competition allowing interested ones around Uttar Pradesh to participate and win a chance for an India dance tour package with a famous dance group named Shakti. 

A meeting is scheduled in the coming two weeks with the dance group and that's where Nandini has dwelled herself. Too many things to do. Nandini sighed glancing at the wall clock which strike at six in the evening. 

After giving Missus G her tea, Krish strolled out of her office with all his attention in sipping tea, the sound of the ghungroos coming from the studio where students practised the taught steps. But his attention shortly fragment when it diverted toward his Miss Varanasi who was on her tiptoes leaning by the parapet with her arms stretched out in the corridor trying to find the signal in her mobile phone. 

No matter how many times but he can't help but get fascinated by seeing her dainty self every time cladded in white Anarkali with a red dupatta tied across her waist where her hair tied in knots swayed behind over her stepping on her toes and falling back down on her ghungroo adorned feet, he slurped on his tea unknowingly louder which gained him her abrupt attention.

"Mummy ko bolo complan pilaye." Recovering quickly by the enchantress before him, he mimicked the famous dialogue of the complan advertisement in his pathetic high pitched tone making Meera cringe at him weirdly.

[Translation: Tell mom to give you complain]

Meera was still very much bothered and indigestive by his presence in the studio. Being herself a student in the studio, she has to bear all the nuisance he does in the pretext of being an assistant. Though he hasn't done much yet except the few comments here and there, it was enough for Meera to get annoyed.