~ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 <𝟑
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It's a normal shooting day of slayypoint. The studio buzzed with its usual energy—cameras being adjusted, lights flashing on and off, and the crew bustling around to set up the perfect shot. Gautami and Abhyudaya were sitting on their usual spots, cracking jokes and discussing their script. The chemistry between them was undeniable, always charged with unspoken emotions and stolen glances.
"Yaar, Gautami, is baar jo prank karne wale hain na, wo ekdum dhamaka hona chahiye,"
Abhyudaya said with a mischievous smile, leaning back in his chair.
"Haan, haan, aur agar tere chakkar mein mujhe phir se daant padi na, toh main tujhe nahi chhodungi!"
Gautami replied, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.
Abhyudaya chuckled.
"Hamesha mujhe hi blame karti hai, haan? Par phir bhi karti toh mere saath hi hai!"
Gautami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. They both knew they enjoyed this banter a little too much.
As they wrapped up one of their shoots, Gautami, feeling a bit tired, stretched her arms above her head. She lost her balance on the slightly uneven floor and stumbled.
Before she could register what was happening, she fell forward. Abhyudaya, who was adjusting his mic, turned just in time to catch her, but their lips brushed against each other’s.
There was a moment of shock, stillness in the air. Both of their eyes widened as they realized what had just happened. Gautami's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and Abhyudaya’s heart pounded in his chest.
“Uh… woh… sorry…”
Gautami stuttered, her voice barely a whisper.
Abhyudaya’s face softened as he looked at her.
“Kuch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai,”
he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle.
For the next few days, things were different between them. The usual teasing was replaced by awkward smiles and hesitant glances.
Both were lost in their thoughts, replaying that moment over and over again.
One evening, after a long day of shooting, they found themselves alone in the studio.
The crew had left, and the only sound was the distant hum of traffic from outside. Abhyudaya decided it was time to address the elephant in the room.
“Gautami, woh din ke baad se… tum alag si lag rahi ho,”
he said, his voice uncharacteristically serious.
Gautami looked at him, her eyes searching his.
“Main… main samajh nahi pa rahi hoon ki kaise react karun,”
she admitted.
“Par sach bataun toh, mujhe woh moment kabhi galat nahi laga.”
Her confession hung in the air, and Abhyudaya took a deep breath, stepping closer.
“Sach kahun, mujhe bhi nahi laga,”
he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
A silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was filled with anticipation, a shared understanding. Finally, Abhyudaya took her hand, his thumb gently caressing her skin.
“Gautami… main kabhi yeh kehne ki himmat nahi kar paaya… par main tumhe pasand karta hoon. Bohot,”
he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.
Gautami’s heart raced. She had always sensed something between them but hearing it out loud made her chest swell with emotions.
“Abhyudaya… main bhi,”
she whispered.
Without wasting another moment, Abhyudaya leaned in, and this time, their lips met in a deliberate, passionate kiss.
It was soft at first, tentative, like they were both afraid of breaking the magic of the moment.
But as their feelings poured out, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and intense.
In the heat of the moment, they stumbled back, and Abhyudaya’s legs hit the edge of the bed in the small studio corner.
They fell onto the bed, but their lips never parted. His hands moved to cradle her face, while hers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if they wanted to erase every inch of distance between them.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. No words were needed.
They had crossed the threshold of unspoken feelings, and there was no going back.
“Ab toh sach mein dhamaka ho gaya,”
Gautami chuckled softly, her voice tinged with happiness.
Abhyudaya laughed, his forehead resting against hers.
“Haan, aur is baar, yeh dhamaka pura sachcha hai.”
They shared another kiss, this time slower, savoring the moment, knowing that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.
The end.
Happily ever after🥹❤️
Author's note:
okay first one shot is here. hope you'll liked this. so many of you requested me to add hindi dilogue so wo thoda real lagta hain. pyaar barsao is wale one shot pe. which type of tropes you like comment down. time mile to bana dungi. bye bye. love you my lovelies<33
