Cann sighed, lying down on his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. His thoughts were consumed by Ritika. He couldn't stop wondering-should he tell her about Delitz? Should he tell Delitz about Ritika? But why? Ritika was just his neighbor, his friend. He...
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Cann watches her lying peacefully under the stars, carefree and unbothered by anyone who might see her in this relaxed state.
He walks over and lies down beside her, gazing up at the same vast sky.
"I used to do this as a kid," Cann says, looking up. "Lying in my backyard, staring at the stars. Never really had the chance once I grew up."
Ritika glances at him sideways and says, "You never really grow up. You're always a child until you stop believing it."
Cann turns his head to look at her, intrigued. "How are you so smart?"
"Lie under the stars once a week," Ritika replies with a smile, still gazing upwards. "You'll get there too."
They both laugh softly and lie there in comfortable silence, staring at the starry black sky.
After a few minutes, Ritika breaks the quiet. "It's getting colder, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is," Cann agrees.
They both stand, brushing the grass off each other, and head inside.
"I need a warm shower," Cann says. "I've got an early morning shoot tomorrow, just a few hours, but I need to relax."
Ritika nods, and they exchange goodbyes before heading to their separate rooms.
Ritika steps into her bathroom for a hot shower.
Cann, meanwhile, goes to his room and turns on the tap, but no hot water comes out. Frustrated, he calls room service.
They apologize for the geyser malfunction and promise to fix it by morning, but with all the rooms booked, there’s no other option for a hot shower tonight.
Cann hesitates, then walks over to Ritika’s room and knocks.
Ritika opens the door. "Hey, already showered?" Cann asks.
"Yep," she smiles. "Feeling fresh and alive."
"Well, I need a favor," Cann says, a little sheepishly. "The hot water isn’t working in my room, and room service can’t fix it until tomorrow. All the other rooms are booked, and I really need a hot shower to relax."
Ritika laughs softly. "It's fine, Cann. You can use my bathroom."
She opens the door wider. "Go ahead."
"Thanks, you're saving the night," Cann says, relieved. He grabs his towel from his room and heads back.
Inside Ritika’s bathroom, the faint scent of fruity and floral shampoo fills the air, the same scent he’s often noticed in her hair.
After his shower, Cann wraps the towel around his waist and steps out, steam still clinging to his skin.
Ritika sits on the couch, reading a book. She glances up, and for a brief moment, she can’t help but notice how striking Cann looks—his toned body glistening, fresh from the shower, more enticing than anything her imagination could conjure.
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She quickly brushes away her thoughts, focusing on her book as if she hadn’t noticed him at all.
"Thanks for the shower," Cann says with a smile as he heads toward the door. As he leaves, his eyes land on the flowers on her suitcase. "Nice flowers."
"Thanks," Ritika replies, glancing at them. "Oziya gave them to me this morning for good luck."
Cann pauses, feeling a small pang of jealousy. He turns back to look at her. "Ritika, if you don't mind, could I take them? They're so beautiful, I can’t stop staring at them."
Ritika looks from Cann to the flowers, a little amused. "Of course, you can have them."
Cann walks over and carefully picks them up. "Good night," he says, and heads to his room.
Once inside, Cann tosses the bouquet lightly in the air, catching it as he opens his door. He notices a staff member walking by and calls out to him. "Hey, would you like these? I’m a little allergic, but they’re too beautiful to just throw away."
The staff member accepts them gratefully, and Cann closes the door behind him, changes into a robe, and falls asleep.
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**The Next Morning**
Cann wakes up early, gets dressed, and eats a quick breakfast. As he’s about to leave for his shoot, there's a knock at the door.
"Good morning, Ritika here."
"Morning, Ritika," Cann greets her, surprised. "Are you heading somewhere? It’s 3 in the morning, I’m just about to leave for the shoot."
"Yeah, with you," she says confidently.
Cann raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure? It might get boring."
"Not as boring as staying in this room. Please, let me come," Ritika pleads.
Cann smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, you’re the boss. Meet me in 20 minutes."
Ritika beams, and they both head to their rooms to prepare.
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Twenty minutes later, they arrive at the set. As they step into Cann's vanity, he asks, "Have you ever been to a set like this?"
"Well, I’ve been to sets in Mumbai before, but never to a vanity van," Ritika says, looking around curiously.
"Really? I practically live in mine," Cann laughs. "This one’s pretty fancy."
Ritika continues to look around, and while admiring the space, she steps onto a fluffy mat and slips. Before she can fall, Cann catches her by the waist. Instinctively, she grabs his shoulders, and for a moment, they’re frozen, locked in each other’s gaze.
"I’m such a mess," Ritika says, embarrassed.
"Yeah, now I think you are," Cann teases, still holding her steady.
Just then, the vanity door swings open, and Taniz steps in, eyes wide as he sees them in this intimate position. Startled, Ritika pushes Cann, but they both lose balance and fall onto the cushion, with Cann landing on top of her.
Taniz, looking mortified, quickly turns his gaze away. "Uh... I’ll come back later," he mumbles, backing out of the room.
As the door closes, Cann laughs. "You know, maybe besides medicine, you should learn how to handle situations like this. Who pushes someone and ends up pulling them back down?"
Ritika, still pinned under him, rolls her eyes. "I was trying to push you off, but somehow... well, you see how that turned out."
They lie there for a second longer than necessary, and Cann suddenly realizes how close they are, both physically and emotionally. He’s never been this close to her, and the moment feels charged with unspoken feelings. Lost in thought, he doesn’t respond immediately.
"Cann," Ritika whispers.
Still distracted, he doesn’t answer.
"Cann," she says again, a little louder.
"Can you hear me?" she finally shouts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah?" Cann snaps out of his daze, trying to play it off as if everything's fine.
"I know you love bodybuilding, but I can’t breathe down here," Ritika says with a grin, gesturing for him to get off her.
"Oh, crap!" Cann quickly stands and offers her his hand. She takes it, and they both stand up, brushing themselves off.
"What do you think Taniz is going to make of that?" Ritika asks, half-joking but a little embarrassed.
"Probably a lot better than if you hadn’t pulled me down on top of you," Cann smirks.
They exchange a look, trying to hold back their laughter, but soon, they both burst out laughing, the awkward tension breaking completely.
