Riddhima is packing her bag... Vihaan comes near her.

" You were excellent today. And this time I ain't lying."

He says patting her back.

"Thank you. It means a lot. "

She replies with smile.

"You're welcome. By the way, today is 2nd day of your shoot. How are you feeling? Ye sab ek sapna jaisa lagta hoga na... "

He asks out of curiosity.

"This isn't what i dreamt of"

She speaks with a sad smile...

"Huh? "

He raises his eyebrows.

"My grandfather was a bengali drama writer. Father is producer And Mom a theatre artist. Papa wanted me to work in theatre. TV shows have wider reach than theatres. So i happened to be here. "

She sighed.

"And your dream? What is your dream?"

Unable to hold himself, he asks.

"I wanted to be a Nun.... "

She replied looking lost...

"Whatttttttt? "

Vihaan jumps at his place.

"I wanted to dedicate my life to God . He would have taken care of me... "

Riddhima speaks still in daze.

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Vihaan is laying on the bed covering his head to toe in a blanket. He keeps on flipping his position but sleep is far away.

Taking out his head partially from the blanket, he looks at the time in the table clock that shows 1.30 am. He digs his face in the pillow again and tries to catch sleep, but couldn't.

His mind wanders to today's scene. The way she delievered those dialogue, the intensity with which they looked in each others eyes... How beautiful it was. Just like a dream.... She was acting so real.

But then she told him that she wanted to become a nun...She wanted to dedicate all of her life to God...That would mean no social life, no fun , no love, no marriage, no children, nothing.... "Dedicate my life to god" Like seriously? What would have God done of her life?

"He would have taken care of me"...As if God are sitting idle for her. Can't a human being take care of another human being....huh...

He lays on his flanks and thinks about her.

Manh, How can someone even think about spending rest of the life alone?

What she must be doing now? He questions himself and then laughs at his stupidity.

Vihaan stretches his hand to take his mobile. He turns on his data and surprisingly finds Riddhima online too.

"Hey! .." He types on the mobile and presses the send button.

" Hii... " Her reply comes after a good wait of 20 minutes.

"Umm... Soyi nahi abhi tak? " He types again.

"Sone ki koshish kar rahi thi....Tum?"
She replies.

He smiles reading her reply.

"Mai bhi... " He replies back.

" So jaao. Kal subah ka schedule hai. It's going to be very tiring for us. "

He sends after seeing the two blue ticks indicating that she read the previous message.

"You too take rest. Gud night: ) "
He sighs reading her reply and turns off the data not before sending a gud bye.

And they go back to sleep with a contended smile on their faces.
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It had been a month since the start of the shoot now. The shooting was running smoothly and one-fourth part was already shot.

Riddhima was doing really well. In this past two months, She became more comfortable with Vihaan. Infact ,they two became best buddies. In free time, he would irritate her by pulling her hairs or slapping her skull playfully. In return, she would hit him hard with the script. He would share his experience with her and she would listen to him keenly just like a kid listens to his mother. With him, she would feel happy..

"Vihaan, Thank god atleast you came!!"

The director say coming to him.

"Means? Where is Riddhima? Didn't she come today?"

He asks looking around.

"She didn't. We are trying to call her but she is not answering the call... "

The directors replies in angry tone.

"Whatt!! How is this possible? I mean, She is so punctual and... Leave it! Just give me her address, i'll go and see... "

He speaks pulling his hair, that irritates the director more.

"Vihaan for god sake stop pulling your hair man. You know it takes 2 hours for the makeup man to set your hairs on point.... "

He said miffed. Often Actors don't realize how much production have to spend in their makeups.

"I don't care. I just don't care Prateek... Give me her address if you don't want to postpone today's schedule "

Vihaan warns him. The director is lip tightened and he gives him Riddhima's address.
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Vihaan reaches her home and presses the bell. She opens the door .

"Tum?... "

Riddhima looks at him puzzeled.

"Umm..Wo tum aaj set par nahi aayi to.... I thought to see you. "

He replies. She could see he in his eyes that he was really tensed for her.

She looks at him amused. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Come in... "

She invites him in and he follows her.

"Sit. I'll bring water.... "

Saying this, Riddhima goes in kitchen. His looks at the interior of her house. It was very beautiful. Small yet a peaceful nest.

"Here.... "

She speaks forwarding the glass of water to him.

"Thanks. "
He replies and drinks the water.

She sits on the chair facing him.

"Actually i am going to my hometown for my brother's wedding. I talked about this to prateek yesterday, but i guess he forgot and sent you here... "

She said taking the empty glass from his hand.

"Yeah... Umm... He granted you leave? "

Vihaan asks to which she just hmms...

"How...How many days?"

He couldn't hold back the urge to ask this question.

"A week i guess... I'll resume the shoot once i m back.."

She replies fidgeting with her fingers.

"Coffee, juice anything? "
She asks after akward silence of few minutes.

"No thanks. Happy journey "

He smiles fakely before leaving the place.....

Seven days of shooting without her, he felt empty. He didn't feel like going to the set at all. That Set was nowhere the place it used to be before, when she was around. Even in the company of other co-actors, He felt so lonely.

Was he missing her? May be, May not be.....

[I think i m falling for u...
Slowly Slowly
deeply... ]

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