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#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter4: Flashback To take my passion, my love for writing ahead, I stepped into Mumbai 4 years ago where I saw Priya for the very first time. It was Rishab's birthday party in "The Treat Re-Treat" Club, where she was dancing right on the tunes. Her hair was flying left and right and tangling back to her, the scenic never seemed so beautiful with the spark in her eyes as she was pumping her wrists​ up simultaneously. I sat on the bar counter and ordered my drink looking at her peacefully. As soon as I turned to grab my drink up, a sweet voice bounced into my ears; "Hi, I am Priya" raising her eyebrows in questioning manner with an acoustic tone. "Hey, Hi..Rohan" I replied in a wary tone forwarding my hands for a hand-shake which she denied. Her crystal clear eyes pushed me to sync down in them and the sweat never appeared so mesmerizing before; running down from her forehead and making a sweet sound hitting the eye lashes. "I have been noticing you from past 10mins, do I dance that bad or it is something special about me that you are continuously staring me?" she said in anger. °°°° Continued in caption For full series click on #MyDiaries_illusion 👈 Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With high beats yet with auto-smile, the writer within me replied "There is something special about your bad dancing, you perform it in such a way that it becomes good and visualic that one can't take his eyes off you". At times being a writer gives you an edge ahead of others as a result we had a healthy conversation after that, where she told me that she was modelling for a magazine "Cine India".

#MyDiaries ~Illusion #Chapter4: Flashback To take my passion, my love for writing ahead, I stepped into Mumbai 4 years ago where I saw Priya for the very first time. It was Rishab's birthday party in "The Treat Re-Treat" Club, where she was dancing right on the tunes. Her hair was flying left and right and tangling back to her, the scenic never seemed so beautiful with the spark in her eyes as she was pumping her wrists​ up simultaneously. I sat on the bar counter and ordered my drink looking at her peacefully. As soon as I turned to grab my drink up, a sweet voice bounced into my ears; "Hi, I am Priya" raising her eyebrows in questioning manner with an acoustic tone. "Hey, Hi..Rohan" I replied in a wary tone forwarding my hands for a hand-shake which she denied. Her crystal clear eyes pushed me to sync down in them and the sweat never appeared so mesmerizing before; running down from her forehead and making a sweet sound hitting the eye lashes. "I have been noticing you from past 10mins, do I dance that bad or it is something special about me that you are continuously staring me?" she said in anger. °°°° Continued in caption For full series click on #MyDiaries_illusion 👈 Continuation below 👇 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With high beats yet with auto-smile, the writer within me replied "There is something special about your bad dancing, you perform it in such a way that it becomes good and visualic that one can't take his eyes off you". At times being a writer gives you an edge ahead of others as a result we had a healthy conversation after that, where she told me that she was modelling for a magazine "Cine India".