You and me. One on One. Face Off.
What say??
Sandy stood in silence. He had waited 5 long years for this moment. He clutched his fists tightly. A light drizzle was making the only sound. Sandy looked straight at Raman.
Raman brought out the nun-chuck he always carried in his jacket. He had a mild grin that somehow betrayed his expression," see brother, you had the chance to let go."
Sandy's voice was as clear as it could have been, "Never again will I hear "brother" from anyone."
The day had come. One had to live, ONE .
"CUT!", said Ravi,the director,"fantastic guys! Take a break"
This is Ravi's story. A man of intellect, passion and pride,Ravi has started directing a short film where a few of his friends form the cast and crew.
Ravi studies some science subject in a reputed institute in India. He came to know about a short-film making competition from a newspaper ad and decided to try his talent in one of his childhood dreams.
Ravi took the script and sat in his chair. He was a little worried about the girl playing the female lead. Piya,was easily the natural choice in the looks department but Ravi wasn't sure about her depth. Even more she being his girlfriend, he was somehow finding it increasingly difficult to ask her to step down for she was equally enthusiastic about this project. So, Ravi had other things on his mind than directing the film and this was frustrating him.
He didn't want to hurt Piya but he found no other option. So, he was hoping she would take it into good spirit. In the mean time, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Piya.
Piya: Hey, are you alright?
Ravi: yes, of course
Piya: you don't seem to be.
Ravi: Piya, have a seat.
Piya looked at him curiously and took the chair beside him." what's the matter?"
Ravi: Please, don't misunderstand. I am having doubts about your role.
Piya kept silent.
Ravi waited for her to speak. When she didn't, he continued," look, you somehow don't fit into Ayesha's role. I know you have given your best but somewhere it's not there."
Piya was not looking at him anymore. She felt betrayed,as if the safest shelter had taken away her most prized possession. Tears appeared in her eyes but she was determined to not break down.
Ravi noticed. All he could do was to look away. He had no other word. He had thought telling Piya about what he felt would relieve him but in turn, it only added a little more burden to his chest.
Piya got up.She was about to go when Ravi caught her hand. They looked at each other. Ravi got up too,"Piya.."
"CUT!",shouted the director,"excellent Both of you! Rohit is out performing you, Shweta!",smiled the director.
What say??
Sandy stood in silence. He had waited 5 long years for this moment. He clutched his fists tightly. A light drizzle was making the only sound. Sandy looked straight at Raman.
Raman brought out the nun-chuck he always carried in his jacket. He had a mild grin that somehow betrayed his expression," see brother, you had the chance to let go."
Sandy's voice was as clear as it could have been, "Never again will I hear "brother" from anyone."
The day had come. One had to live, ONE .
"CUT!", said Ravi,the director,"fantastic guys! Take a break"
This is Ravi's story. A man of intellect, passion and pride,Ravi has started directing a short film where a few of his friends form the cast and crew.
Ravi studies some science subject in a reputed institute in India. He came to know about a short-film making competition from a newspaper ad and decided to try his talent in one of his childhood dreams.
Ravi took the script and sat in his chair. He was a little worried about the girl playing the female lead. Piya,was easily the natural choice in the looks department but Ravi wasn't sure about her depth. Even more she being his girlfriend, he was somehow finding it increasingly difficult to ask her to step down for she was equally enthusiastic about this project. So, Ravi had other things on his mind than directing the film and this was frustrating him.
He didn't want to hurt Piya but he found no other option. So, he was hoping she would take it into good spirit. In the mean time, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Piya.
Piya: Hey, are you alright?
Ravi: yes, of course
Piya: you don't seem to be.
Ravi: Piya, have a seat.
Piya looked at him curiously and took the chair beside him." what's the matter?"
Ravi: Please, don't misunderstand. I am having doubts about your role.
Piya kept silent.
Ravi waited for her to speak. When she didn't, he continued," look, you somehow don't fit into Ayesha's role. I know you have given your best but somewhere it's not there."
Piya was not looking at him anymore. She felt betrayed,as if the safest shelter had taken away her most prized possession. Tears appeared in her eyes but she was determined to not break down.
Ravi noticed. All he could do was to look away. He had no other word. He had thought telling Piya about what he felt would relieve him but in turn, it only added a little more burden to his chest.
Piya got up.She was about to go when Ravi caught her hand. They looked at each other. Ravi got up too,"Piya.."
"CUT!",shouted the director,"excellent Both of you! Rohit is out performing you, Shweta!",smiled the director.
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