(Guys plz forget about the os for a lil while...I am too confuse with that story...will complete that asap...
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as for this story, I had this idea constantly hitting me at the back of
my mind & i have to pen that down..right now only gonna write in
arjuhi version as i m going back to pak and willn't have my laptop with
me for two months...may be u will have small parts but will update
this one as frequently as possible...)
Dedicated to all my friends who nagged me to write...Love you girls 🤗
Leaning
forward on the rail, she kept looking forward at the mesmerizing view of
Brooklyn bridge while the dawn was just about to set up. The soft breeze of new
york swayed through her long black hairs as if welcoming her in a warm hug.
Wearing the exquisite Peplum hem sheath sleeveless dress which had cutouts at
yoke, she was all but just defining grace and beauty. Her legs were bare, with
just those sexy black 4-inched heel shoes. Having minimum of her make-up by the
make-up artist, she was looking just the way she had to be. A Bollywood face. A
Famous one.
Few seconds later, she heard her own faint voice in the background that she had
recorded just a day before to do this particular Intro scene of Avni, her
character in the latest film.
"I'm a dreamer...I love to dream of happily ever afters and cliche
romance..." And she remembered how well these lines suit her too.
"I just wish I would get to see those dreams in reality too,
someday...When I could witness those eye locks, which make two persons, forget
about the crowd around...that easy moment, when a man hold his wife by slipping
his arm around her waist, claiming his right on her and that wife replies to
that gesture, with an soft smile that make her eyes shining up by love for that
amazing man..." Few scenes of the film have to be run through while these
lines have to be delivered.
"That's such a magic of dreams, the power of words...But sadly, mostly
people have become more realistic and practical, ignorant or professional that
they have forget those dreams long back in there teenage years. What a crude reality?"
With Crude, it was her cue to turn around and face the camera now which had
captured her beautifully from all the angels before. Her dreamy smile was a
part of her face now. Such a fine actress.
"Will this reality ever met that fantasy? If you want to know more about
Avni and her love life, Do catch her on 27th September in your nearest cinema.
This Pyaar Ki Sawari' will surly make you believe in love" With a wink
and the shout of "Cut", her expressions became clear and plain. She
rushed to her secretary, Mahima who was waiting for her with a warm jacket and
gloves. Damn the winters in New York. She was nearly frozen by it but then, as
an actress, it was her responsibility to keep her emotions in check with her
facial expressions.
Her director, Sumit, re watched the scenes from all the angels and gave her a
go ahead.
"I think, we are ready for the promo's now...Just a little editing will be
required" He mumbled as he turned to look at Arohi who was rubbing her
hands for warmth.
"If that's done and I am no longer required...Can I catch the next flight
to India?" On other occasions, Sumit being a director would have forced
her to stay just another day as they had planned a night out with the entire
crew before they go back home to indulged themselves again in work. A free
night. But as a friend, he saw the stressed truly showing on her face now. She
needed time. A vacation. In that solitude of her home and she deserved that for
working endlessly all through last four months.
"You surly can. And If i must tell you...I don't want to see your face for
next two weeks...I am kind of getting tired of this beautiful face". A
wicked comment but she could easily see the care in his tone.
She get close to him and hugged him lightly. "Thank You...Even I am tired
of your face" He chuckled and giving a squeeze let her go.
"My pleasure..." Arohi turned to go to her vanity van while Sumit
just keep standing there, his hands tucked in his pant pockets, seeing her
retreating back. He sigh seeing her friend smile, only if that was a weak one.
"I don't even want to hear your voice" He shouted just to see her
turn and giggle, just like she used to do in her college day. Those years.
"Dittoo" She shouted back before she waved and disappeared into her
vanity.
"Mahima...Please confirm my ticket on next possible flight to Delhi...I
need to get back asap" She ordered while throwing her jacket on one sofa in
her vanity and took hold of her blue jeans and red woolen sweater and went into
small changing room.
"For sure maam" was the quick reply as Mahima noted down the points
on her pad and look through the earlier ones.
"But Maam, Today Mr. Punj again called?" Mahima's voice was hesitant
as she new Arohi's mood and her wrath.
"Who Punj?" She asked from inside the cabin.
"That journalist..."
The door flew open and the dress, which was so beautifully hung on her delicate
body, was thrown at the couch while she caught hold of the brush and started to
rush it through her hairs.
"I already told you...No personal interviews for me" Somewhere, the
word Personal, just sting her every time it is used.
"I know maam but this man is a Pushy...He said he won't take a NO"
Mahima explained backing off a step.
"Then he should learn that what a NO actually means..." Her voice was
calm, so unlike her. Holding her hairs up in a pony, she draped a shawl against
herself and gave herself a last glimpse. The warmth of her jeans made her
realize how cold her legs were before.
"Let's get to that hotel and pack our stuff...I need to get away from here
as fast as I can" She said as caught hold of her bag and get out.
She was all ready to give herself a break. She doesn't want anyone hovering
over her. She doesn't have any more shoots to go to. Any more meetings to
attend. She will just get to her apartment for now, give two weeks off to her
staff and enjoy the loneliness that she so love to have.
thats the intro...do tell me...how you feel about it
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