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Every one was staring at her. Each and every person present in the ground and the canteen adjoined to the ground. At first, she felt awkward with those stares, but then, who comes with a bandaged leg, to take admission in for shooting? Nisha had dropped Kirti at the dance school and had reached the Lakshya Academy an hour earlier than the usual time. And as it was 10 when she reached, each and every member of the Lakshya unit was enjoying their break of half an hour. While Nisha was busy walking on the ground, a female staff came and escorted her to the reception.
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Nisha was sitting on the couch near the reception desk while the receptionist had gone inside Viraj's cabin to inform him about her presence. While she was away, Nisha started moving around the office admiring it. Dragging her left foot with difficulty, she observed each and every thing kept there. The place was very simple, yet it had its own charm. The desks, the papers, the monitors, everything awed Nisha. Suddenly her caste fell upon a potrait.
"WOAH!" she exclaimed.
"It's the potrait of Sir's father, Hukum Arjun Singh Rathore." Said the female staff from behind. Nisha turned to look her. "And he is calling you inside. All the best." She said and went away.
Nisha felt a raise in her heartbeat. Calm down Nisha! Relax. You just have to say sorry, and talk about your admission. That is it. Okay? Hmm, good." Nisha said calming herself down from the sudden nervousnes.
She took her portfolio and went inside the cabin.
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"Kabir! Have a look at these" Kaira stormed inside the dance hall but stopped in her tracks with her mouth open and all the papers flowing down on the floor.
"Sid?" "SID!!!" she exclaimed as she jumped on a man hugging him tightly.
"Hey, Kitty! Missed me?" He said while breaking the hug.
"Ofcourse, man!"
Siddhart Kapoor was the most famous business tycoon of India. He was known for his knowledge in textiles. And his company, S.T.Y.L.E.S. was the sole sponsor of India's best dance institute, his best friend Kabir's dance institute, The VASU institute of DANCE. Sid, Kaira and Kabir were best friends since childhood. Kabir went to Dubai at the age of 5 leaving behind Sid and Kaira. Distances grew, but their friendship never became distanced. Kabir learned dance in Dubai while Sid and Kaira had chosen to become the best businessman and dancer in India. When Kabir came to India, Kaira collaborated with him to develop India's best and world's 3rd best dance school. As of now, Sid had gone to U.K. for an event for three weeks, and was about to come one week later. But when he got the news that his Vasu maa has come to India after almost 20 years, he couldn't stop himself.
After a few minutes of conversation with Kaira, Sid suddenly spoke up: "Where's kabir and Vasu Maa?"
"Ka..Kabir! O shit! Admission papers! " Kaira ran to pick up those fallen admission papers. Sid smiled and helped her in picking up those papers. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a certain name.
"Kirti?" he asked Kaira enquiringly.
"Uh, yeah. Kirti Gangwal. She is waiting outside for her admission trial."
"Oh. Umm.. hey.."
"It's okay, Sid. I'll call her. And no one will be there to disturb you." Kaira went while winking him.
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