(Previously tilted 'Stop Dreaming, You Silly Heart!')
Four couples. Four love stories, intertwined with one another....
It's a story of friendship, heartbreak and discovering love.
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Yashvi Sharma has always thought...
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Raadha's POV:
"Hello guys! Welcome back to your favorite show, The Preeta Show!" I said glancing around the room at my imaginary audience, as I waited for them to stop clapping.
"So guys, you must be excited to know who our guest for tonight's show is!" The audience cheered (in my imagination, of course).
"Alright then without wasting much time, I am gonna call her on the stage now. So, she is a singer, she started her career by posting YouTube videos with her boyfriend and she just won a Filmfare award for the best female singer. Yes, you guessed it right! Please put your hands together for, Raadha Mehta!" I clapped while looking in the direction of the bathroom door as if expecting for someone to walk out. I ran inside the washroom and closed the door only to open it again.
I walked out of the washroom with a smile, waving at my imaginary audience. I acted like as if I greeted the host, Preeta (which was me, of course) before she asked me to take a seat on the sofa across from her.
So you see, this is what boredom and loneliness does to you. Well actually no, I do it for fun whenever I am alone in my room.
Its 9 pm and Aarushi is with Kaushik. Vihaan was tired so he slept a little earlier tonight which left me with just two options. Either, I could stay in my room or I could go out and hang out with my friends. I chose the staying in my room option when suddenly an amazing idea popped in my head.
So, I created a scenario in my head that its been five years since me and Vihaan started our YouTube channel, we got so famous that music composers started approaching us and now we have become pretty famous singers in Bollywood. I imagined that there is a talk show called 'The Preeta Show' which I am invited to as a guest and right now the host, Preeta is taking my interview.
Wow. I can't wait for the day when this is actually gonna happen. I can't wait to see myself wearing those beautiful and glamorous dresses that celebrities wear at talk shows, not pyjamas like I'm wearing right now.
"So, Raadha, how was your trip to Italy?" Preeta asked me (which means I asked it to myself).
I got up from the sofa and sat on the other sofa before saying, "Oh it was amazing! I had so much fun there!"
"I don't know which type of fun you are talking about since, Vihaan, was with you." I scoffed in amusement as I glanced around the room, looking at my imaginary audience.
"Well..." I tugged a strand of hair behind my ear, raising my eyebrows.
I moved back to the other sofa which belonged to Preeta. I kept changing my position to play both the characters.
