chapter 18

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"One two three start!" Daksh yelled to a girl infront of him. Currently the students were giving audition for the main leads of the play they were going to act on.

After numerous discussion they finally landed on playing Laila Majnu. The epic love story.

The one who was to play the character of Qais was selected but for Laila, it was hard to find the girl who could well pull off the character.

"Tu toh mere baba ka per pakarne wala tha Qais. Sab thik karne wala tha na tu? Sab sahi kehte the lekin mein galat thi-"
(You were going to lay on my father's feet Qais. What happened now? You were going to make everything alright isn't it? Everyone was right, I was the one who was wrong-)

"CUT!" Daksh yelled in frustration.

"Yaar ase nahi bolna hai" he pulled on his hairs in irritation.
(You shouldn't say the dialogues like that)

"Kitni baar bolu tumlogo ko. Emotions chahiye. Feel chahiye. Yeh character bohot strong hai, you have to feel it. You have to imagine as if it's happening to you and act according to it" he lazily slided on a chair.
(How much do I have to say. Emotions are needed. The feel is needed. The character is really strong)

"Yeh line Laila ne ek dard ke saath kaha tha. She felt betrayed by Qais. As he was acting opposite to what he said. You have to protray the character just like that"
(The line was said by Laila with hurt)

The girl who just gave the audition sighed in frustration.

"Mein nahi kar rahi yaar. I am so done with this. Itna thodi chahiye drama mein? Koi prize milne wala hai kya. You all are overdoing. This things are all shit!" she hissed and went away. Daksh took a deep breathe and closed his eyes as if controlling himself from saying anything.
(I am not doing this anymore. Is this all needed in just a drama? Are we going to get any prize by this?)

"Bhai control. Ladki hai" a man came behind him, patting his shoulder.
(She is a girl)

"Ladki hai isliye chali gayi. Warna larkharake wapas jata" he gritted his teeth. Daksh might seemed like a playful and giddy man but he was really a hard one to handle when he was raged up. One thing he hates was disrespect. To art, be it any form. Drawing, singing, dancing or acting. His grandmother was a very traditional woman. She was a classical dancer. She has always taught him since his childhood that every form of art is a gift and no one should disrespect or insult it.
(She is a girl that's why she walked away. Or else would have gone with a limping leg)

Sitara seeing everything from a view gulped in fear.

"Akshu" she whispered to Akansha.

"Kya huwa? Chehere ke rang kyu ure hai?" Akansha asked seeing her paled face.
(What's wrong? Why are you paled up?)

"I better not do this drama thing" Sitara muttered slowly.

"Hainn??? But why??" Akansha whispered yelled at her with her eyes widened.

"I am not a person who personally likes theatre play Akshu. And seeing Daksh' bhaiya's anger i am afraid my acting might anger him more" Sitara whispered, a bit embarrassed.

"Aare don't think much. Nothing would happen. Just chill and go with the flow" Akansha tried convincing her. But to her dismay Sitara shook her head in denial.

"No Akshu. This is not my thing at all. I better not waste my time nor Daksh bhaiya's. I have learn dancing in my initials days. I can go and give it a try there" she explained.

"You sure?" Akansha asked earning a nod.

"Achaa go then. As long as you are okay it's fine" she gave her a smile and ushered her. Sitara smiled back and sneaked out from the group.

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