When Karan, Krisha, and Kritika become entangled in a non-sacrificial love triangle owing to one mistake, to the point where none of the three can give up, they must face terrible consequences and bewilderment all the while to survive in this comple...
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KRISHA
AT THE CAFÉ
"How's your headache?" Kritika showed up while I was swirling my coffee. I lifted my eyes and she was all seated right in front of me.
"It's better when I'm not around him!" She places her bag on the desk. "Anyways, I don't want to talk about him."
"Chill, girl! Everything is fine." She says with a warm smile.
I say, "Easy for you to say!" She shrugs. "Ah, I have already ordered your favorite latte," I say, sipping mine.
Seeing her latte arrive she says, "I love how well you know me, thanks."
"What is it?" I ask.
"About what?" How indulged she is in that creamy latte that she doesn't even remember that she called me here.
I widened my eyes at her with a disturbed expression as only then she understood why we were there. "Hmmm...I am going to say something, but only if you will not whack me!" She said, throwing her hands in the air.
"Just say it, I'm already pissed! What's gonna piss me off more?!"
"You know, our staff has made two teams, Team Karan and Team Krisha, for you both, betting which team will manage first to pull y'all together again for work. Please come for practice! It's so hard without you. You know we need you. Just for our sake?"
"No, Kritika, every time I think about others I always hurt myself in return. It's taking a toll on me now. So nothing's gonna work."
"Don't mind me asking, maybe I'm asking you this for the fifth time, but what's with you and him? Why the hate and all?"
"Just because you are super nice, Kritika, I will tell you when the time comes for sure." I brushed it off.
"Argh! I didn't come here for this! At least tell me something. I can help maybe, you know." She caresses my hand.
"Or maybe he and I are now at that kind of high level of hatred and resentment where no one can help us, not even ourselves even if we try to!" I say, self-indulgent, again zoning out.
"Huh?!" She exclaims, trying to fathom what I meant.
Snapping out, "Nothing, don't waste your time on me, just go practice." I say, leaving, while she keeps staring at me, scratching her brain.
KARAN
Richie somehow organized two separate choreographers for both Krisha and me. The whole day got wasted since we both denied it. Thank God there was a solution and it was not a burden for the institute anymore. Hate when I have to upset other people because of that one woman. But anyhow we both managed to stay apart from each other at least for the rehearsals. By this I mean, we still have to perform on the stage together. Working with each other and handling each other forcefully for seven continuous hours for two days would be unimaginable, so finally we both agreed on directly performing on stage because it would be so much better to handle each other for just five minutes. Those five minutes would still feel like five hours anyhow, but for our institute, it's fine!
