Part 1
Aanya's voice was dry with concern as she whispered into the phone, “She isn’t picking up, Meera. I’ve tried three times already.”
Meera’s hands trembled slightly, her heart thudding louder with every second of silence. “Why is she not answering?” she murmured, pacing across the marble-tiled floor of their living room, her eyes searching the window as if Vanya might magically appear.
“Calm down,” Aanya urged softly, placing a hand on Meera’s shoulder. “Let’s wait. Maybe she’s just busy on set.”
But Meera’s instincts screamed otherwise. She knew her daughter. This silence wasn't professional it was emotional. It was personal.
The camera lights burned bright, ready to frame yet another scene one that would be carved into the deepest crevices of Vanya Kapoor’s soul.
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