𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 1
"You... just left my room! I don't want to see your ugly face again, you..." He said ferociously, clenches his fists and his face turns red with rage. He takes a step toward her.
without uttering a word, she quietly exits the room, her...
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Siddharth's attention pivots sharply as his vigilant bodyguard relays the crucial tidings of Raha's whereabouts-a quaint cafe nestled within the city's tapestry. Swift to respond, Siddharth embarks on a journey accelerated by the hum of tires against the asphalt and the anticipation of an impending revelation.
With the bodyguard's efficient transmission of the cafe's exact coordinates, Siddharth maneuvers through the urban labyrinth with a purpose that resonates in the engine's roar. The scenery outside his speeding vehicle blurs, a cinematic illustration of his determination to bridge the gap between the present and the unknown tableau at the cafe.
Meanwhile, on the contrasting canvas of Raha's world, the ambiance of the cafe envelops her in a symphony of clinking cups and hushed conversations. Immersed in the rhythmic choreography of her duties, Raha orchestrates the cafe's heartbeat, one brew at a time.
A fellow colleague breaks the cadence, a messenger of a customer's request at table no. 24. With a nod of acknowledgment, Raha gracefully transitions into the role of a coffee artisan. The air becomes infused with the aroma of freshly ground beans as she crafts an iced Americano, each movement deliberate and measured.
In the intricate dance of cafe life, Raha's hands move with practiced ease, a seamless choreography of brewing and pouring. The ice clinks against the glass, a percussion to the melody of orders being fulfilled. Amidst the hum of activity, Raha, a maestro in her own right, continues to compose the narrative of the cafe, one cup at a time.
Balancing the meticulously crafted ice Americano, Raha gracefully navigates the cafe's terrain toward table no. 24. However, in the midst of this delicate journey, an unforeseen collision disrupts the rhythmic dance.
A chance encounter unfolds as Raha collides with a girl engrossed in her phone, the collision resulting in an inadvertent spill of coffee. As the liquid cascades, a sense of apologetic surprise flashes across Raha's face.
In the aftermath of the accidental collision, Sana's temper ignites like a sudden storm. "You, idiot! How dare you spill coffee on my dress!" she exclaims, her anger cutting through the ambient cafe chatter.
Raha, caught off guard, utters a sincere apology, "Sorry, ma'am," but it only fuels Sana's rage. "What is sorry?" Sana snaps back, her frustration palpable. Raha offers to clean the dress, attempting to mend the situation, but Sana's anger intensifies.
In a barrage of verbal attacks, Sana berates Raha, questioning her ability to perceive and mocking her financial status. "Can't you see? This dress is expensive. Why are you even working here if you can't see? You can't even buy this dress with your one month's salary, you beggar girl!" The cafe, once a haven of bustling activity, now bears witness to a tense exchange that transcends the accidental spill, unraveling a deeper thread of discord.
