The rehearsal for the play | A "Lift and Carry" Story

My name is Rashid, and I am a 24-year-old college senior. Acting and theatre are two of my passions. Last year, at our annual day function, I performed in a one-act play. With two girls and a boy, I was in the lead part. It was a love story between two couples. My junior, Saima, was portraying my girlfriend in the theatre. In the drama, Raj and Nandita played the second pair. Raj was a classmate of mine, and Saima's classmate was Nandita.

Our director conducted the rehearsals every evening. For rehearsals, we were given a room on the third level. The rehearsals for dancing and singing took place on the second floor.

Raj and Nandita were late for a rehearsal one day. Our director was likewise unable to attend. In the rehearsal hall, Saima and I were the only ones present. We were putting together a romantic scene. I was a little ashamed, so I kept making mistakes.

"Rashid, what are you doing?" You're not cut out for a romantic setting. "Have you ever slept with a girl?" After our 20th retake, Saima said. I was offended. How dare a junior female to tease me in this manner?

"Of course, I'm well-versed in the art of love-making. I don't need to be taught." I said, my voice trembling.

"All right, then let's reenact the scene," Saima said.

I was able to repeat my statements quickly and accurately. Saima finished her sentences as well. It was the nest part in our script, so I drew her close to me. However, when I drew her closer to me, I saw that she is much stronger than she seemed. I took her upper arms in my hands and saw how toned and strong they are. 'Sonia, please don't leave me,' I pleaded, looking into her eyes. I'll construct a home for us on the moon.' At this time, I attempted to lift Saima, but she was heavier than I had anticipated. I was able to lift her, although it was not an easy task. I can only lift her for 5 seconds at a time. I sat her down right away.

"Oh no, Rashid, this isn't the way to go." "Let me demonstrate," Saima whispered something and drew me close to her. "Let's pretend you're Sonia, and I'm your lover." 'Sonia, please don't leave me,' Saima said, looking into my eyes and repeating my phrases. I'll construct a home for you on the moon.' Before I could comprehend anything, Saima bent a little and hoisted me. When I discovered I had been hoisted by a junior girl, I was taken aback. "Hello, Saima!" What exactly are you up to? Please place me on the ground." Saima did not put me down, despite what I said. "Rashid, what happened?" I'm only demonstrating. "What's the matter with you?" Saima had enquired of me. In her arms, I felt myself battling. “Saima! Put me down, please! It's possible that someone will see us." I pleaded. "What's wrong with someone seeing us?" says the narrator. We're merely practicing for a drama." Without putting me down, Saima remarked. "Oh, Saima, I'm so uncomfortable," I stated. "All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right Saima mumbled something and sat me down.

I spoke my words once more, drew her close to me, and attempted to lift her. But I couldn't concentrate since I hadn't recovered from the shock. My hands were still trembling from fear, and my heart was still racing. So I couldn't lift her correctly this time and dropped her in a split second. "Oh, Rashid!" exclaims the narrator. "You're so frail!" Saima added her two cents. "I am not a weakling." Lifting ability isn't the only criterion for strength." I chastised. "What are the criteria then?" Wrestling with your arms? Fighting? "Do you think you can arm wrestle with me?" Saima asked, provokingly. "Of course, I can defeat you," says the narrator, "but I don't need to show it." Let's focus on the drama." I stated. "Oh, come on, you know you're no match for me." Saima made fun of me. "That isn't correct." I paused for a moment. "Then prove it, or accept the fact that you are inferior to me." Saima posed a challenge. "All right, let's do some arm wrestling." I concurred. "The loser will work as a housemaid for the winner; that will be the bait; agreed?" Saima made the proposal. "No, why such baits?" says the narrator. I paused for a moment. "So you're not sure about yourself?" Saima teased me once more. Finally, I gave in. We began arm wrestling by placing two chairs near a table. I quickly understood that I was going to lose. My hand was drooping. I gave it my all, but it was in vain. ‘ Oh, my goodness. Please help me. I'm losing to my younger sister. What an embarrassment.' I pondered. I even tried to cheat a little by moving my elbow, but bam! In a matter of seconds, my hand hit the ground, and I was lost. Saima bounced up and down with delight. “He! I'm the winner. Rashid is a knucklehead!" Saima exclaimed with delight. She snatched me from my chair and cradled me in her arms. She began swinging me and danced joyfully. I was a corpse...and what a stroke of luck. Raj and Namita walked in unexpectedly, catching me being raised by Saima.

"Oh, Rashid!" exclaims the narrator. What a disgrace! "Was it a girl who lifted you?" Raj began to chuckle hysterically.

"What's the big deal about that?" says the narrator. You can even be lifted by me!" Raj was chastised by Namita.

“Me! Impossible!! Rashid is anorexic, but I'm not." Raj expressed his thoughts. He was actually looking for an opportunity to attack me because he was a competition for the starring role.

"We'll see," Namita spoke up, and we saw Raj being carried by Namita before our eyes closed. This had a profound effect on both of us. Raj was a huge guy, while Namita was a little girl. Two girls on the drama set lifted both of us up.

“Oh! What exactly are you up to? "Place me down." Raj resisted, but Namita cradled him and laughed.

"Let's go see what's going on at singing rehearsals, Namita," Saima remarked while completely ignoring Raj's difficulties.

"Simply lay us down." Please don't take us outside. If someone sees us being carried by you, it will be a big embarrassment to us." We both begged repeatedly, but both girls completely ignored us and left outside the hall giggling with each other.

There was no one in the corridor because the college had ended and it was late. They escorted us down the corridor and down the stairs to the second floor, where the dance and singing rehearsals were taking place. The sound of a music player and singers could be heard. We were terrified, and we begged the female to stop putting us down. We fought to break free, but they tightened their grip on our thighs and carried us on their shoulders. We felt helpless in the arms of the girl.

"All right, we'll let you go as long as you agree to remain our slaves," Saima stated.

"We're willing to go to any length to shield ourselves from this embarrassment." I gave a nod.

"Let's go on the terrace, Namita." "Saima told Namita," she said. They returned, ascended the stairwell, and brought us to the terrace. It was a night with a full moon. Saima had a stunning appearance. She sat on a box and snatched me up in her arms. Her powerful thighs were hidden beneath me by her soft silky salwar. "Oh, Rashid, you're so sweet!" exclaimed Saima. She kissed me and massaged my hair. Namita looked stunning in a sari as well. Raj was lifted into the air and hurled by her. She then placed him on the ground.

"Now lick your mistress's foot and be good slaves." We were given orders by Saima. We both got down on our knees and began licking my goddess's sandals.

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