The sun was bright, shining over the temple. The film crew was busy setting up cameras, adjusting lights, and getting everything ready.
The smell of incense, flowers, and food filled the air. Everyone was working quickly to start on time.
Inside his caravan, Tanveer sat with the script in his hands. He flipped through the pages, reading carefully.
A chase. A temple. A fall. Flowers. A love at first sight moment.
He frowned. This was not his type of scene. Romance wasn't something he enjoyed acting in.
But the script was too good to ignore. He could picture every moment so clearly... it felt real.
He had to admit, whoever wrote this script knew exactly how to create strong emotions.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Arjun, his assistant, opened it.
A soft, sweet voice spoke, "This is prasad from the temple. All the crew members are having it. Hope you take some too."
Before she could say anything more, Arjun replied quickly, "Our sir doesn't eat these things." His voice was strict, making it clear that Tanveer wasn't interested.
"Oh..." There was a small pause. "Well, no problem. You can have it instead."
Arjun hesitated but took the small box. "Thank you."
She left.
Tanveer, still holding the script, looked up. "Who was that?"
Arjun opened the box and took a bite. The moment the food touched his tongue, his eyes widened in surprise.
"It's so good," he mumbled, chewing quickly.
Tanveer raised an eyebrow. "Nidhi? The assistant director?"
Arjun nodded, still busy eating.
"She cooked it?"
Arjun nodded again, this time too focused on the taste to speak properly.
Without a word, Tanveer stood up, took the box from Arjun's hands, and looked at it.
"Sir, you don't eat prasad... give it back," Arjun said, reaching for the box.
"Get out," Tanveer ordered.
Arjun pouted.
"Fine. If you won't let me eat, I'll go get another one myself." He walked out, shaking his head.
Tanveer stared at the food for a few seconds. Then, without thinking much, he took a small bite.
The moment the taste hit his tongue, he froze.
It was... heaven.
Tanveer had never tasted food like this before. It felt warm. Homely. It was a strange feeling.
He was a lonely man. An orphan. Every decision in his life had been his own. He had never relied on anyone, never trusted anyone.
His trust issues ran deep...
There were only two people in his life he trusted, Arjun, his assistant, and Aarav, his only friend.
But even with them, his trust wasn't blind.
Tanveer had built his career from nothing. He had no connections, no support.
He wasn't someone who got into the industry because of influence.
He had fought, struggled, and climbed his way to the top with sheer hard work and intelligence.
Nidhi once admired him for this. She respected his determination, his independence.
