The First Fall
Setting: College Auditorium Backstage | After Fest Rehearsals
The auditorium hummed with energy—spotlights danced, laughter echoed, and performers rushed back and forth with last-minute chaos.
But the moment Siyara Banerjee walked onto that stage, time itself seemed to bow.
Draped in a maroon anarkali, jasmine in her braid, she stood tall. Confident. Silent.
Sharp Kathak spins, graceful Bharatanatyam postures, fluid Odissi curves.
Her body told stories ancient and divine. Her eyes danced emotions even silence couldn’t hold.
She wasn’t performing.
She was speaking through rhythm.
Backstage, even the noise stilled.
And Yuvraj, hidden in shadows, stood frozen.
She was stunning.
Untouchable.
Abhinash Oberoi
*Sits in the first row and smiles looking at her with appreciation*
And every second siyara danced, every smile she shared with Abhinash after—broke him more.
Later, Siyara returned in a soft kurti and jeans, clipboard in hand, organizing stage entries. She was glowing—until a voice, low and sharp, pulled her still.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Enjoying your new dance fan?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She turned, startled.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“What are you doing here?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(stepping closer):
“Watching you forget what we were building.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(tense):
“We weren’t building anything.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Bullshit.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She stepped back and hit the backstage wall. His nearness made her breath catch, but she didn’t move.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“You don’t get to do this.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(voice softer, eyes wild):
“You feel it too. Every time I’m near. You’re just too scared to admit it.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“I’m not scared of you.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“No. You’re scared of this.”
And then—
he smashed his lips with hers.
Hard. Fierce.
A storm poured into her with the weight of obsession.
But Siyara didn’t kiss back.
Her hands clenched at her sides, her lips still, eyes wide in shock.
When he pulled away, she looked up at him—eyes glassy, chest trembling.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(softly, breaking):
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Her voice cracked.*
And then—
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(frozen):
“Siyara…”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She shook her head, quickly turning away.*
But just before she could walk off—
he caught her wrist and pulled her back.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(hoarse):
“Then let me show you why I did.”
He kissed her again.
Rougher. More desperate.
Playing with her little soft tongue.
She whimpered—not from desire, but confusion.
Her mind said stop. Her body froze. Her heart pounded.
He didn't stop until he realised she was getting out of breath.
When he finally pulled back, breathless, her tears had multiplied.
She wiped them silently, eyes avoiding his.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(quietly):
“You don’t get to make me feel this way.”
And with that, she turned again.
This time—he let her go.
And for the first time…
she ran.
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