The meaning to dream
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"Hi Kriag!" Yash waved at him too, now standing beside me and giving his hand to me which I politely brushed off; I can't lose against skating!
Yash's phone rang: his ringtone was a nursery rhyme, Johnny Johnny Yes Papa! "Yes, Yash Ghonge speaking." After a moment's pause his brows ceased together, "No. No, take a right turn from the highway, then you will see a small Dhaba–I think you should stay where you are. I will come and guide the remaining way. Not too far."
Must be the model who is running late. "Vhrea, I will be back. Till then enjoy your skating." He said with a wink, and I was relieved that he didn't go over to Kriag and said something like, She is your responsibility from now, my friends were c***k heads.
"Bye. Drive safe." Kriag shouted after Yash left in a tardy hurry.
"You know what they say. Meeting once by accident is fate and twice is a coincidence but thrice is . ." He spoke while walking towards the skate storage shelf.
"Destiny?" I offered. He laughed it off.
"Stalking." He replied, very seriously.
"But none of that is applicable on us. We never met by accident . . except today." I completed my sentence and got up with whatever core strength I could muster.
He was now ready with his skates and entered into the rink. "Skating is all about balance. If you are drunk in head you lose."
Drunk. That bought me the memories of yesterday night, was Gabriel really serious with his offer. The offer. The kiss. My cheeks turned red and I really wished I could erase that memory. Why did I even kiss him! Because he seduced me into it. Yes, it was him entirely. He shouldn’t have made me feel that vulnerable and exploit my drunk innocence!
The offer. That rose ring inside a locket. He must be serious with his rose thingy. But that sounded absurd, and a scam, and he didn't even bother leaving a phone number for future contact too. Not that I was desperate to add him in my w******p contacts.
"Yes. Did you come here for skating?" I asked him while continuing my ant pace with the skates: better slow than laying low!
"Not really. I have a rehearsal in two hours. I came early to avoid media." He elucidated, and somewhere between this I had increased my speed and now I didn't know how to slow down as a pole stood ahead of me, my eyes panicked, I can't fall, not in front of Kriag!
"Careful there." He useless warned me, "I don't know to slow down." I admitted, and I could hear his chuckle along with the speed of his wheels.
He came from behind and held both my arms with his. That killed my quickened heart rate, "I didn't fall!" I exclaimed.
"Yes. You didn't" He must be smiling said his voice.
"A kiss." He spoke. Does he want a kiss? Are the Mendel brothers obsessed with kisses?
Wait–Surging my heart attack I pacified myself that he didn’t see us yesterday. It’s not like it is going to do something to him, but it was just out of line for the society to understand.
"What?" I asked, trying not to sound too baffled.
"There is a kiss scene we have to shoot here. So today we are going to have some test shots." He left my right hand and took a smooth turn around me and then started skating backwards after holding my right hand again, this time from the front.
Facing me face to face with his playful smile he increased his speed, he must be a master in skating. "Oh! So how many shots does a kiss scene generally takes?"
"Many. Because it is one of the attractive points of the movie only a master shot doesn't suffice. We take long shots, medium shot, sometimes cowboy shot and importantly bust shots from different angles and in different cameras." He said as we both took a turn in directions.
After his presence, and grip on my hands, doing this skating felt more at ease and a fun activity. Is this another major vampire Kriag butterfly effect?
"So, it is around seven minimum shots. That must be exhausting." I really meant it. Kissing a stranger, or a probable friend for eight times just for one scene definitely didn't sound exciting.
"It depends. Comfort with your co-star brings more spark on screen. And that is the talent of actors. It is just like any other scene we shoot. Similar to how we mourn a dear one’s death in a scene."
"Must be." I said, surely not understanding what he exactly was defining. I could believe that it is something he enjoys doing and it is easy for him because he loves to do it.
"Why did you choose acting over boxing?" It was definitely not because of injury.
"I felt lonely on the podium. But the stage gives me a lot of people's love and strength." That didn't make sense to me.
“You loved boxing. It was your life.” I said, the little I knew about him of the past. “Gabriel loved boxing. It was his life.”
The clasp of his palm on mine loosened as I realised, again, that Kriag never dreamt of becoming a boxer. He didn’t have a dream. His only cause was to see his brother happy, and proud of whatever he does. All the years Kriag was in the ring his eyes always searched for that one person after every win, his brother, but Gabriel was forever not happy with Kriag’s decision to become a boxer.
Nevertheless, Kriag brought home the medals, fame, honour and belts which Gabriel had always wished to achieve, and got the acclamation of everybody who found it fascinating for such an young talent to achieve so much, not realising it was his hard work and motivation to get that recognition from the one he admired the most.
Which he never got. And that is the only reason I could think of why he felt lonely on the stage.
All these praises, rewards and titles were mere decoration to his palate of name, only he wished for something so trivial as an acknowledgement.
He must have finally found a dream for himself in acting.
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