A Cloud-Covered Hilltop in Meghalaya
The setting is surreal. Fluffy white clouds surround the hilltop, giving the illusion that the couple is standing in heaven. Mokshi is dressed in a stunning, long, satin gown in emerald green with a thigh-high slit that flows effortlessly in the breeze. Her hair cascades in loose waves, and the mist enhances her glow. Sahil, in a sharp black tuxedo, is adjusting his bowtie nervously. He can't take his eyes off her, and it's clear he's struggling to stay composed.
Photographer Ayaan (adjusting his camera): "Okay, Mokshi, stand there, near the edge. Let the dress flow in the wind. Perfect. Sahil, tum bas uske paas jaake usse admire karo, jaise woh duniya ki sabse khubsurat cheez hai."
Sahil is already doing that. His eyes are glued to Mokshi, his breath caught in his throat as she turns to look at him with a small, teasing smile. The gown clings to her curves, the slit revealing just enough to make his heart race.
Sahil (thinking): Yeh toh cheating hai. Yeh shoot ke naam pe mujhe torture kar rahe hain. Woh toh pehle hi gorgeous lagti hai, par aaj... uff!
Mokshi (thinking, glancing at him): Yeh kyun itna chup hai? Main sexy lag rahi hoon ya weird? Arre, kuch bolo na, Sahil!
Ayaan: "Perfect, perfect! Sahil, ab thoda close jao. Uske shoulders lightly touch karo. Mokshi, tum bas aankhein band karke ek soft smile do, jaise tum us moment ko feel kar rahi ho."
Sahil hesitates, then steps closer. His hands graze her bare shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. The closeness feels electric, as if the clouds around them are charged with their unspoken emotions.
Sahil (thinking): Humne intimacy feel ki hai, par yeh alag hai. Yeh woh moment hai jo bas humare shoot ke bahane aa gaya, par lagta hai ki... jaane kya ho raha hai.
Mokshi (thinking): Yeh alag kyun lag raha hai? Humne... sab kiya hai, but aaj lagta hai jaise kuch naya discover kar rahe hain. Sahil ke haath ka touch... bas bas! Focus, Mokshi!
Ayaan: "Sahil, ab ek hand uske waist par rakho. Mokshi, tum uske chest ki taraf lean karo, jaise tum sirf uss moment mein ho."
Sahil tentatively places his hand on her waist, his fingers brushing her satin gown. The fabric is smooth, but the warmth of her skin underneath sets his heart racing. Mokshi leans closer, her cheek grazing his chest, and suddenly the world seems to fade. The clouds feel closer, and time slows.
Sahil (whispering, almost to himself): "Tum... amazing lag rahi ho, Mokshi."
Mokshi (blushing): "Tumhare expressions kuch aur hi keh rahe hain, Sahil. Nervous lag rahe ho."
Sahil (smiling faintly): "Nervous? Main toh bas... haan, main nervous hoon. Tumhe dekhke lagta hai ki mujhe yeh moment kabhi khatam nahi karna chahiye."
Mokshi glances up, locking eyes with him, and suddenly the instructions of the photographer seem irrelevant. There's an unspoken intensity in their gaze, as if they're sharing a secret no one else can understand.
Ayaan (breaking the moment): "Perfect! Perfect! Guys, yeh shots magazine cover ke jaise lag rahe hain. Bas ek aur pose."
Ayaan (calling out): "Okay, last shot of the day, guys! Isme bas thoda aur intensity chahiye. Sahil, lean into Mokshi like you’re about to kiss her. Mokshi, reciprocate. Subtle, not forced. Bas lips milne hi wale hain—aur wahi capture karenge."
Mokshi’s eyes widen, and she glances at Sahil, who looks equally startled. The teasing from earlier had already heightened their nervousness. Now this?
Mokshi (thinking): Oh God, seriously? Yeh toh pretend karna bhi awkward hoga. Main blush kar rahi hoon. Sahil kya soch raha hoga?
Sahil (thinking): Pretend karna hai, bas pretend... lekin... agar actual ho gaya toh? Maine toh yeh plan nahi kiya tha.
Ayaan (encouraging): "Come on, guys! Bas ek minute ka pose hai. Tum dono ke vibes toh waise bhi natural hain. It’ll look magical."
Mokshi nervously adjusts her hair, stepping closer to Sahil. Her heart pounds so loud she’s sure he can hear it. Sahil swallows hard, placing his hands on her waist as they close the distance. Their faces are just inches apart now.
Mokshi (softly): "Sahil... tum theek ho?"
Sahil (whispering, his voice husky): "Tum itni khoobsurat lag rahi ho ki mujhe acting karne ki zarurat hi nahi lag rahi."
Mokshi’s breath hitches at his words, her cheeks flushing deeper. She feels his hands tighten slightly on her waist, steadying her. The world around them disappears as they fall into the moment.
Ayaan (excitedly): "Perfect, perfect! Ab bas thoda aur close... yes, yes! Sahil, tilt your head. Mokshi, follow his lead."
Sahil tilts his head slightly, and Mokshi follows. Their lips barely graze each other, and in that electrifying moment, the line between acting and reality blurs. Without thinking, Sahil closes the gap, their lips meeting softly in an unexpected kiss. The clouds swirl around them as if nature itself is in sync with the moment.
Mokshi (thinking): Yeh... yeh pretend toh nahi hai. Lekin... mujhe bura kyun nahi lag raha? Yeh toh... perfect lag raha hai.
Sahil (thinking): Main sochta tha humare beech sab familiar hai, par yeh kiss alag hai. Magical. Jaise first kiss ka magic wapas aa gaya.
Ayaan freezes behind the camera, lowering it slightly in surprise. The rest of the group, standing at a distance, gasps and then bursts into muffled laughter.
Yug (whispering to Rushi): "Bhai, yeh toh full method acting chal rahi hai!"
Rushi: "Sahil ne director ki baat ko dil pe le liya. Scene ke andar itna ghus gaya ki exit karna bhool gaya!"
The kiss lingers for a few seconds, neither Mokshi nor Sahil pulling away, lost in the intensity of the moment. When they finally break apart, their foreheads rest together, both breathing heavily and avoiding each other’s eyes.
Ayaan (awkwardly clearing his throat): "Uh... woh... shot perfect tha, guys. Main bolta hi nahi, tumne toh improvisation kar li!"
The group can no longer hold back their laughter, breaking into loud hoots and cheers.
Krish: "Aye, Sahil! Acting tha ya rehearsal for the honeymoon?"
Dora: "Aur Mokshi ka expression? Lagta hai woh sab bhool gayi ki camera bhi hai."
Liv: "Guys, clouds toh romantic the hi, lekin tum dono ka kiss toh Meghalaya ka highlight ban gaya!"
Mokshi covers her face with her hands, her cheeks bright red, while Sahil scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly.
Mokshi (murmuring to Sahil): "Tumhe seriously karna tha kya?"
Sahil (smirking): "Tumhe bura laga?"
Mokshi (blushing harder): "Nahi... par... camera ke saamne?"
Sahil (teasing): "Clouds ke beech tha, privacy ka feel tha. Aur tumhe pata hai, main director ka bola nahi taalta."
Mokshi swats his arm playfully, her embarrassment melting into laughter. The group continues to roast them mercilessly as Ayaan shakes his head, muttering something about "dedicated couples" while reviewing the photos.
Yug: "Sahil, tumne toh Meghalaya ka tourist attraction bana diya. Yeh jagah ab ‘Kiss Point’ ke naam se famous hoga."
Krish: "Aur tumhara caption ready hai—‘When the clouds couldn’t keep us apart.’"
Mokshi hides her face in Sahil’s chest as the teasing continues, while Sahil just wraps his arms around her protectively, grinning from ear to ear.
Sahil (whispering to her): "Agar yeh acting thi, toh main poori zindagi ke liye rehearsal karne ke liye ready hoon."
Mokshi looks up at him, her eyes soft and full of emotion.
Mokshi (smiling): "Tum theek kehte ho... yeh alag tha."
And with that, the couple steals a private moment amidst the laughter, silently promising that this was just the beginning of their magical journey together.
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The pre-wedding shoot festivities have wrapped up for the day. Liv, dressed in a casual yet chic outfit, steps onto the hotel balcony for some fresh air. The view of the misty hills is serene, but her mind is far from calm. She clutches her phone tightly, her eyes darting around the dimly lit area as unease creeps over her.
Liv (thinking): Why does it feel like someone’s watching me? Yeh feeling tab se hai jab se maine woh fashion award jeeta hai. Bas imagination hai, right? Mujhe lagta hai ki main overthink kar rahi hoon.
She leans against the railing, trying to shake off the paranoia. But the faint rustle of leaves behind her makes her freeze. She turns sharply, her heartbeat quickening, but there’s no one there.
Liv (murmuring to herself): "Koi nahi hai... koi nahi hai, Liv. Tum bas thak gayi ho."
Despite her words, her hands tremble slightly. She recalls the feeling that started after the fashion show—a shadow lingering too long, footsteps echoing behind her on an empty street, and the bouquet of roses delivered without a name.
Liv (thinking): Woh bouquet... kya woh bas ek fan tha? Ya kuch aur? Kyun tab se mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki koi mujhe dekh raha hai? Mujhe baat karni chahiye kisi se...
She grips the railing tightly, her breath uneven. Her mind flashes back to the moments from the award night—her big win, the applause, and the brief unease she felt when she noticed a man in the crowd staring at her too intently. She shakes her head, trying to dismiss the memory, but it lingers.
Liv (thinking): Uska face yaad nahi aa raha, but woh stare... woh itna uncomfortable kyun lag raha tha? Main paranoid ho rahi hoon, bas.
A sudden gust of wind blows through the balcony, making her shiver. She quickly steps back inside the room and locks the glass door. Her phone buzzes, making her jump slightly. It’s a message from Dora.
Dora’s Text: "Hey, balcony pe akeli kya kar rahi ho? Aaj toh full chill mode!"
Liv types back quickly.
Liv’s Reply: "Bas fresh air lene gayi thi... thoda weird lag raha tha."
Dora’s Reply: "Weird? Tum theek ho?"
Liv hesitates, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Should she tell someone about the stalking feeling? Or was she just overreacting?
Liv (thinking): Mujhe Dora se baat karni chahiye. Par kya main sabko disturb kar rahi hoon? Pre-wedding shoot hai, aur main yahaan apni theories leke baithi hoon.
She finally types back:
Liv’s Reply: "Haan, main thik hoon. Bas tired."
But deep down, she knows it’s more than that. She remembers the time someone had followed her car after the fashion show. It could have been a coincidence. Or not.
Liv (thinking): Main paranoid lagti hoon, par yeh feeling... yeh feeling galat nahi lag rahi. Kya yeh wahi banda hai? Ya mujhe bas koi stalk kar raha hai jo mujhe nahi jaana chahiye?
She glances at the shadows in the room and checks the lock on the door again. Her heart races as she finally decides to confide in someone. She picks up her phone and dials Yug's number.
Yug (answering casually): "Kya baat hai, Liv? Tumhari voice thodi tense lag rahi hai."
Liv (hesitant): "Yug... mujhe lagta hai ki koi mujhe follow kar raha hai."
Yug (suddenly serious): "Kya? Follow? Kya tumhe kuch unusual notice hua hai?"
Liv (voice trembling): "Award show ke baad se... mujhe aisa lag raha hai ki koi mujhe dekh raha hai. Mujhe woh bouquet yaad hai jo bina naam ke deliver hua tha? Aur ek baar, car ke peeche footsteps... main ignore karti gayi, par ab yeh feeling zyada ho rahi hai."
Yug (firmly): "Okay, calm down. Hum ispar kaam karte hain. Pehle toh tum apne room mein raho aur lock laga do. Main Rushi aur Krish ko bolta hoon."
Liv: "Yug, mujhe yeh sab overthinking lagta hai, par... kya pata na ho?"
Yug: "Tum bas safe raho. Aur yeh overthinking nahi lag raha, Liv. Agar tumhe lagta hai kuch galat hai, toh kuch galat ho sakta hai."
Liv feels slightly reassured by his tone, but the fear still lingers. She sits down on the bed, clutching a pillow tightly, her mind swirling with questions.
Liv (thinking): Agar woh banda yahaan bhi hai, toh mujhe kya karna hoga? Main darna nahi chahti, par yeh sab kuch itna unsettling tha...
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