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“Nazar.” ---------------------------------------

(ie. Captured my interest.)

pairing: Desi dancer y/n x poetry lover Minho.

synopsis: How could Minhos eyes never leave her? she just seemed to capture anyone’s attention.

word count: 839 words, 4871 characters.

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Minho hadn’t meant to look.

He would have walked by, the dusty tattered book of handwritten poetry being his main interest. Despite being uninterested in the topic of romance, it sparked emotion in his soul.

His feline eyes had seemed engrossed in the faded but coarse letters - although his ears caught on to the faint tunes and crowd, whistling and chattering excitedly in the distance.

Putting his book aside, he seemed to allow his body to drag him to the location of interest.

Women and men adorned in lavish style, gems and various adornments decorating their silk and lace blouses and skirts as they excitedly gaze ahead, chattering amongst themselves. Typical higher class attitude, Which Minho despised.

The money, power and rich attitude. They had it all. Their hearts just didn’t reflect the same generosity.

The space seemed to be a rather chipped although grand architectural space, stone seats acquired for those to be seated. Small lamps and lit eathern diya’s sparkle along the dim walls. It seemed quite full, The most properly lit space - the large stage covered by red flooring and empty for now. The stage’s backdrops are lavish black curtains, made of net and roped with fancier lighting.

The event seems to just be starting, Minho too enamoured to refuse a seat.

Musicians sit by the corner of the stage, microphones near their instruments for audible hearing in the crowded audience - a burly man and rather hefty woman quite heavily drowned in richest clothing they can afford, seeming to be the singers of the evening.

Minhos heart races in his chest, round eyes having to absorb the chilling but exquisite energy in this event. He’d never felt this way before, especially having always been engrossed in books or staying away from crowds. Now he was too fascinated to leave, not unless he saw the main event.

Finding a seat in the midst of the crowd, he squeezes himself between. Body buzzing with curiosity and anticipation burning in his veins, he’s never felt such emotion for an event.

Admist the murmurs of the crowd, the jingles of heavy anklets and chimes of the oxidised jewellery silences the crowd. Minho tenses as the stage light dims, almost falling dark.

A silhouette seems to glitter in the dark, the white light enunciating her bodily curves - reflecting off her chest and graceful arms as she takes position.

Her outfit, the embodiment of the swan feathers and gleaming of white - her figure so delicate but full of energy that is controlled until she begins to move.

Her face, covered by the lacey fabric adorned with glitter - sparkles along with the makeup that highlights her features. The jewellery, probably costing dimes a dozen blind the audience, signifying the amount of elegance and beauty of the woman present before the audience.

The tune begins to flood people’s ears, and Oh, is Minho taken aback.

She’s beyond breathtaking - an angel which no one can dream of having. He’s beyond words, beyond the poetry that remains in his heart.

He feels like his book has come to life, hypnotising him into a trance that he can’t refuse even if he wished to.

His whole body burns for more, unable to move an inch in his seat as his pupils follow even the slightest movement this dancer has graced everyone’s presence with.

Her body seems to tell a story - writhing, battling against invisible obstacles and melting against the melody which cascades her form.

Her eyes, so raw of emotion glittering under the lights as they portray it all within flashes - love, betrayal, power. It sweeps Minho of his feet.

he’s mesmerised.

The powerful duo of the singers voices boom into the audiences ears, leaving them desiring for more as the silence speaks much louder than ever.

She spins, writhes on the floor, her body flowing freely as a river - her dress following her movements, ornaments tuning to the music and her body hypnotised.

The audience is left stunned in silence, as their widened pupils watch.

Soon, the song seems to die down - the singers voices dulling overtime as the song ends.

The dancers movements soften, the beautiful female who’d captured almost 2500 people’s attention has her chest heave up and down as she seemed so drunk in the song.

Taking her final position, she gazes away from the crowd - breath shallow.

The audience can’t even seem to move a muscle, too overwhelmed to even react - until someone enthusiastically whistles, erupting the crowd into a standing eruption and loud cheers.

The female dancer gasps under her breath in shock, slowly standing up and bowing politely.

Minho, whose breathing is so laboured, palms sweaty and mind a mess - jumps up and claps the loudest he can, eyes never leaving hers.

That is when your eyes meet.

Hers.

And his.

Round feline eyes capturing hers.

It’s You, the female he’s so mesmerized with.

“Jisse uski nazar hati hi nahi.”

(through which his eyesight never left.)

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just a small Drabble that I was very interested to write. Hope you enjoyed it :)

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