Operation Break-in

Kabir did not know how to dance. He should probably not try to learn on stage, while facing an audience who thinks he is a paid dancer while trying to break in and steal back a girl who ran away. But desperate times call for desperate measure and he tried nonetheless. 

The string lights that roofed the grounds were a warm colour, and went well with the calm music that flooded the place. Sounds of clinking glass and laughter went well with it. The people around Kabir moved graciously to the music, some sort of calm contemporary dance. While he tried to follow along, off-beat and a step behind. 

He had not been noticed yet. He had grabbed an abandoned costume from the back of the van while the dancers got off to do their make up and had snuck up alongside them inside. And once there, he wasted no time in trying to get around. He was off before they could sport him and duck into the crowd. He managed to run into a guard just as the music started. And on seeing others in his uniform dancing on-stage, the guard ushered him towards the stage and pushed him up the stairs till he was up there with them. 

Now what? The position on stage gave him a vantage point and the other dancers would not notice him till they changed positions. Their white pants and sleeves had bits of lacy fabric they could wave. These stayed taunt for a second before going lax when they moved sharply. The other dancers on stage would cut the air, gently but firmly and anyone who looked up at the stage would find their eyes pause there for a minute.

Then they decided to shift positions to a new formation. That is when they noticed the new member of the dance crew. Their eyes widened although they managed to execute the shift, and once they were done, Kabir adjusted his own position to stick out less. But this had not gone unnoticed.

Time slowed down for a minute, when Iftikhar's drunk brother yelled out pointing at hime, drawing Iftikhar's attention. His face melted into a frown, recognizing the man they had met earlier, he was not one to forget faces in his line of work. Him calling out to his guards, and the girls dancing on the balcony stopping to look down on the chaos, all played out painfully slowly to Kabir. 

Amongst the concerned faces on that balcony though, he caught the very eyes he came here in search of. As he leaped off the stage and took off towards the gate, only to be surrounded from all sides, she tore down the stairs. 

As Iftikhar's men apprehended Kabir and dragged him towards him, she made it out to the grounds and she made it towards the eye of the storm, shoving and pushing through the crowd- their eyes met again.