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“Guys, guys, stop! This is painful to watch. Jayshree Singh, that is a living, breathing man holding you, not the teddy bear that you used to dance with. Stop dragging him around,” scolded Nivy.
Jessie glared at him as if it was his fault, and Aryan glared back at her.
“Try again, and this time, melt into his arms,” said Nivy sternly and the torture began all over again.
Aryan gripped Jessie’s left shoulder hard and began counting out the steps under his breath - slow, slow, quick, quick, slooooow.
“Oww, you’re hurting my shoulder. Stop squeezing,” whispered Jessie, furiously.
“Then stop trying to lead. That’s my job,” he whispered back, just as furiously.
“Fine!”
“Fine!”
They took a few more steps militantly and the music ground to a halt. Aryan and Jessie turned around to see Nivy glaring at them, tapping one foot ominously.
“I told you to melt into him. Were you melting, Jayshree?”
“Don’t call me that, and yes, I’m melting. It’s very hot,” argued Jessie, wiping her face on her sleeve.
Nivy ignored her as she turned to him.
“And you! Why are you acting like a three-ply sheet of plywood? All I want is for the two of you to dance together peacefully. Is that so difficult?”
She was almost in tears, although Aryan couldn’t be sure if they were real.
“Hey, hey, Nivy, easy now. Don’t get upset. Let me show Aryan how it’s done. And if he still can’t get the hang of it, I’ll dance with Jess at your sangeet,” said the smarmy princeling, elbowing Aryan out of the way and taking Jessie by the hand.
“Meanwhile, I’m taking Nivy for a walk. When we get back, the two of you better be dancing up a storm,” warned Veer.
Aryan rolled his eyes as Yash hit play and began to dance with Jessie. The little traitor melted into his arms as he swung her around for what seemed an eternity and then ended in a dip that had her whooping in glee.
“See? That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” asked Yash, raising an eyebrow, and Aryan wanted to throw the speaker at his head.
It was bloody difficult, and he was sure he’d never be able to pull off that dip at the end, but he’d do it somehow or die trying. For there was no way he was going to let this royal bastard dance with Jessie. This wastheirdance.
CHAPTER13
JESSIE
Aryan marched up to me with a determined gleam in his eyes and pulled me into his arms.
“Hit it, Your Highness,” he ordered over his shoulder and Yash hit play.
I didn’t know what Aryan’s problem was. Yash was a perfectly nice man, with perfectly nice manners. Unlike some barbarians that I could name. And yet, that ‘Your Highness’ was so loaded withtone.
“Now, you just remember that I’m a woman, not a sack of potatoes,” I warned.
“Only if you remember that it’s the man’s job to lead,” he murmured.
For once in my life, I wished I was wearing stilettos, just so I could grind my heel into his foot. Also, my sneakers put me at a huge disadvantage. The top of my head barely cleared his shoulders. I had to crane my neck to glare at him, and he could look down his nose at me far too easily.
When he began leading me around, we were both just as stiff as ever. I didn’t know why it was so easy to dance with Yash and so difficult to dance with Aryan. Actually, I did know why. With Aryan, I had to keep my guard up constantly. I couldn’t just relax into his arms and allow the music to carry me away.
Because if I wasn’t careful, I’d melt into his arms, lose myself in his eyes and broadcast my feelings for him loud and clear. And then I’d have to emigrate to Siberia to get away from the embarrassment.
Aryan tried to twirl me around, but I tripped over his big feet and crashed into him, banging my nose into his hard chest.
