Intezaar

Chapter 2.

Let's start. 

Working upon new project washectic, like locations, workshops, cast, shoot plans meetings with financers, channel authorities in order to convince them for the show and keep and last but not the least critics and media. The next few months flew in all this hustle bustle, I knew better, the financers are still doubting but my manipulation skills worked well and with little persuading they finally agreed.

Now the next challenge was cast, because a our casting director approached a lot of celebrities for the lead roles, the one who claims theirself as versatile and open mind, but most of them refused upon hearing the 'lesbian' word while others said deliberately no. And we all knew the reason that they are afraid of their image might get hinder before the eyes of their beloved fans, we also tried  for new faces tons of auditions were going but got nothing.

I had a lot discussion with Santosh in this span of time to study our lead characters, I was so driven by this one particular one, the SHO HASEENA MALLIK, i couldn't tell. It's one the rare personality, one can have and teb way Santosh wrote it left me speechless. If she was real i would have so married her but as they say perfections are often fiction. In reality there was no one who can even go close to her.

Currently I was sitting at audition department several contestants came, few of them were struggling actors, some of them already have performed small roles here and there. But none of them were up to par.

Next contestant was what?

You have gotta kidding me right??

Haseena Mallik

I was speechless to say at least, my thoughts got disturbed by the heavy nudge by my best friend, who was currently sitting with me, turning towards her, I asked," What happened?"

"If you are done with spacing out, i suggest you to give actual fuck for the shit you started." She said while gritting her teeth. I was not afraid for anyone except the lady who was just sitting beside me and was giving literal death glares.

Only if looks could kill, I would have been under six feet already.

I straightened by back a little and started to wait for the next contestant.

Just then a lady, wearing Khaki police uniform, having all glory and grace of world, walked in.

Haseena Mallik.

Do angel exist?

Wakyi khuda ka noor hai, aisa lagta jaise saare jahaan ki duayein samet kar, farishton se unke khwaab chheen kar chaand ke guroor ko todne ke liye bhagwaan ne inhe banaya hai.

I eyes didn't move, even for second, afraid that if it would be dream and all of this will evaporate like fog. Surroundings were silent I was not able to concentrate on anything except the lady standing infront of me, I was taking in every single detail of hers.

Her eyes!

Damn, I never seen something so deep in my entire existence of twenty seven years. I feel like I have seen goddess. Epitome of pure sincere devine beauty. Something inside me flipped, something was unsettling, I dunno what was it and I was afraid to find.

Get a grip you idiot...

" Hello everyone, I am Haseena Mallik." Her voice, soft and smooth, directly piercing my heart, it's painfully melodious.