Layers of Us

Chapter 64: New Start! ✨️

The sun was high, and the atmosphere buzzed with energy on the set of her new film. Today marked the muhurat shot — an auspicious beginning to a project that had been years in the making.

Tripura arrived in a stunning traditional Kanjeevaram saree, her hair adorned with fresh jasmine flowers. Her heart swelled with pride and excitement. This film was a dream come true.

The director, hailed as a visionary, had personally called her two and a half years ago to offer her the role. After all the meticulous planning, the day had finally arrived.

As soon as she stepped onto the set, she was greeted warmly by the director and producers. The director, a man in his late forties with a kind smile, clasped her hands and said, "Tripura, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day. I’m so thrilled to have you onboard."

The producers chimed in with equal enthusiasm, "This film is going to be a milestone, Tripura. We’re so fortunate to have you as our leading lady."

Tripura smiled graciously, bowing her head slightly in respect. "Thank you for trusting me with this opportunity sir. I promise to give it my all."

The crew scurried around, setting up the grand muhurat shot. Tripura was busy discussing her scene with the director when a buzz rippled through the set. She noticed people turning toward the entrance, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

"The hero has arrived!" someone whispered.

Tripura’s curiosity piqued. She hadn’t been told who her co-star would be — a mystery the director had intentionally kept under wraps. As a sleek black car pulled up, her excitement grew.

The car door opened slowly, and out stepped a tall, commanding figure. The murmurs around her grew louder, but all Tripura could hear was the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

Her breath hitched. Her body froze.

It was Ram.

Dressed in a crisp white kurta and jeans, his presence was as magnetic as ever. Time seemed to slow as he adjusted his sunglasses and walked toward the set, exuding effortless confidence.

Tripura’s mind reeled. Why him? Of all people, why him?

She tried to mask her shock, but her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edges of her saree. Her thoughts raced. I’ve spent years building walls. I’ve perfected the art of pretending. But now…will I have to face him every single day?

Ram’s gaze scanned the crowd, his usual charming smile in place. When his eyes locked with hers, she felt a jolt in her chest. There was a flicker of something in his eyes — pride, warmth, perhaps even longing — but he masked it almost instantly.

The director clapped his hands, breaking the tension in the air. "Ah, Ram! There you are! Perfect timing. Let me introduce you to our leading lady — Tripura Nagrajan."