The next morning, Yamini and Rudransh found themselves at a studio, surrounded by actors, scripts, and the buzz of anticipation for the ad film they were about to create. They were looking for the perfect couple to portray the emotional depth required for their concept.
Yamini leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen impatiently as actor after actor came and went, each giving their take on the scene. But as the day went on, her frustration grew.
Yamini : Next !
Yamini said, her tone is sharp and barely concealing her irritation. She'd already dismissed several actors who didn't seem to grasp the emotional core of the story, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain her usual professional demeanor.
Rudransh watched from the side, noticing how her mood was shifting. He had never seen Yamini this agitated before, and he could tell she wasn't used to feeling so... stuck.
Yamini rubbed her temple and sighed heavily.
Yamini : None of these actors are getting it.
She muttered by barely glancing at Rudransh.
Yamini : Where is the emotion ? The Indian emotion ? It's all so... flat. None of these performances are even close to what I had in mind.
Rudransh chuckled softly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Rudransh : I didn't know you were so picky about emotions in ads too, Yamini.
Yamini shot him a side glance, irritation flickering in her eyes.
Yamini : I'm not picky. I just need something realistic. Something that speaks to the heart, you know ?
She waved a hand in the air, exasperated.
Yamini : I need that raw, Indian emotion, something that makes you feel like you're living the moment. Otherwise, what's the point of all this ?
Rudransh tilted his head, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Rudransh : Well, if none of these actors can do it, why don't you show them how it's done ? You've always been the one with all the drama. Try acting yourself.
Yamini rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his suggestion.
Yamini : Oh, please. You want me to act in front of these people ? You've got to be kidding. Besides, I don't even know where to begin.
Rudransh smirked, clearly enjoying the idea of teasing her.
Rudransh : Well, someone has to bring the drama, right ? Might as well be you.
Yamini was about to retort when something caught her eye, an Indian couple walking across the street. They were dressed casually, but there was a warmth in their demeanor that stood out from the others. They had that something extra, that natural chemistry. Yamini's eyes narrowed, her instincts kicking in.
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