The Scenic Life

Chapter 12

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It’s the next day, and I am now mapping out the locations for today.

We need to visit the three sites by afternoon, because we won’t be able to appreciate it in the evening due to the dark.

I have backed up all of the photographs from the camera to the laptop, along with videos that Vihaan has shot. I click play on one of the videos, noticing that it is from our first day of work.

The shots are magnificent, I can't believe he did all this with a simple video camera. Now, I'm just imagining what he can do with an actual directors camera.

Wait what?

I shake my head, and try to distract myself from the obvious path of thoughts my mind was going towards. I close the laptop and try to choose an outfit for today. We're going to walk a lot today, a lot of stairs.

I'm groaning just thinking about all of the physical strain on my calves.

Ugh.

Vihaan comes out from the bathroom, dressed in an immaculate way. I have to admit, his dressing sense is amazing. I nod at him, pick my jeans and black turtleneck and head towards the bathroom to change myself. 

While changing, I think that maybe Vihaan isn’t as bad as I thought, yes he has this attitude towards me, but it might be because of what he has heard.

If he knew everything, I think he wont act like this, he wouldn’t be judgemental. He would understand, that whatever I had to do, I had to do it to survive in this male oriented industry.

When I get out of the bathroom, I pack my bags, clean the table and put all our breakfast dishes on a tray. Then I put some makeup on. Red lipstick with a black turtleneck is a must. Gives me Taylor Swift vibes.

As we head out of our room, bags on our shoulders, cameras hanging around our necks, I decide to give Vihaan the benefit of the doubt, because honestly, I am too tired of keeping up this façade of hatred, I am tired of being this constant force that brings snares and glares and growls with her. That is why, I give him a smile, a benefit of the doubt.

A red lipped classic, smile.

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“ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!”

“what now?!”

I flop down again on one of the six hundred stairs of the fort, and cry out, “There are so many stairs! Why do we have to go here?”

He sits down beside me on the stairs and offers me a bottle of water, “Because it’s the most important visit of the whole trip?”

I groan, “Why, ugh. Im so tired!”

He chuckles, “Okay, fine. Lets take a break.”

“Thanks.”

We sit silent for a while, but then I start feeling guilty of wasting our time, “Okay lets move.”

“You sure?”

I hop up to stand and nod,

“Yep.”

We keep moving, ten minutes go by, and we're still climbing, and climbing and climbing. It’s a beautiful site, trees line up along the sides, with benches here and there, probably for people like me. The sun is right on top of us, it’s a mistake that I wore a full sleeved, black turtleneck, but in my defense, isn’t it supposed to be winter here?