LOGINThe days on set began to blur as every hour felt rich, full, overflowing with emotion and purpose, also the cast and crew had bonded into a tight-knit, temporary family. The more they filmed, the more the film stopped feeling like fiction and started feeling like a shared reality stitched between camera lenses and quiet moments in between takes.And at the heart of it were two people who weren’t trying to steal the spotlight, yet somehow were becoming the center of everything.Ahaan Kapoor and Aneet Kaur.Though they had fun like everyone else, sharing jokes, celebrating perfect takes, laughing at bloopers, but both carried silent pressure like invisible shadows.For Ahaan, it wasn’t just a debut film. He knew how the world was watching him. The media and the public were waiting with bated breath, waiting for him to slip, waiting to reduce his years of effort to a single word ‘nepotism’ as a mere dalliance before his privileged landing. The media didn't see his sleepless nights, his y
A nervous energy crackled through the film set on the first day of shooting. The sun in Los Angeles was brighter than usual, painting the city with a golden shimmer as if blessing the beginning of their dream. The set buzzed with excitement as cameras being checked, cables rolled out, makeup lights switching on one by one.For Ahaan, it was the culmination of a six-year climb. It was the moment he’d been preparing for since he was old enough to hold ambition inside his chest.His debut.For Aneet, it was the dizzying first step into a world she had only ever observed from the outside.They hadn’t seen each other in weeks.Suddenly li
Weeks had slipped by like sun-warm sand through a montage of shared laughter and whispered lines. The friendship between Ahaan and Aneet bloomed as if it were something tender and growing, something everyone was rooting for without saying so. For a film as intensely romantic as Star Crossed Lovers, this easy comfort between the leads was a gift.With Aneet’s final exams over, a new energy hummed between them. She had survived the brutal juggling of workshops, practice sessions, script readings and thick stacks of Political Science and English notes without collapsing into chaos, though a few times she came close.The schedule was locked with shooting beginning on the first of next month. Sets were nearly prepared, lights tested, rehearsals logged. This week was devoted to costume checks, makeup trials, screen tests and the fina
Ahaan brought the phone to his ear with irritation pulsing through every vein. “HELLO?”His knuckles were white where he gripped the phone, his entire frame tense with the frustration of a broken train of thought. For a moment, there was nothing but a stunned silence on the other end. Then very softly like a flinch made of sound, pierced through his irritation.“H.. hello?”Ahaan froze. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. He’d know that voice anywhere, the soft cadence of it. He pulled the phone away from his ear for a second, staring at the unknown number as if it had betrayed him before bringing it back, his own voice drastically softened, laced with apology and confusion.“Aneet? Is that you?”She hummed in confirmation, so quietly that it was almost a whisper.His heart lurched with guilt. She must have heard the sharpness in his tone and thought he was annoyed at her. He could picture her perfectly, biting her lip, those expressive eyes wide with un
“Aneet…”She stopped and turned slowly, dress fluttering around her in the cool evening wind.There he was, Ahaan Kapoor, silhouetted against the gleaming glass of the production office, his tall frame cutting a path through the golden-hour light. He looked every bit the scion of Hollywood royalty, yet his eyes held none of the detached coolness she expected.“Ahaan?” she whispered.He closed the distance between them and stopped just close enough that their breaths almost touched. “You’re leaving alone?” he asked.“I… yes. I booked a cab but…”“You won’t get one here,” he said gently, eyes sweeping the empty stretch of road. “Let me drop you. This side of the city empties early and it’s not safe.”She straightened, clutching the strap of her bag. “No, it’s… it’s fine. I’ll manage. Please, don’t bother.”“I am bothering,” he replied firmly, with a quiet intensity that made her look up. “Come on, Aneet. I’m insisting.”Her lips parted like she wanted to argue again, but the quiet auth
Los Angeles shimmered beneath a late winter sun, the city humming with a kind of restless promise that always seemed to coil itself around dreamers. High above the boulevard, the glass windows of Malhotra Studios reflected the pale gold afternoon, the letters of its name glowing like a quiet oathAhaan Kapoor had waited six long years for this moment.He sat across from Mohit Malhotra, trying to look relaxed, though a small hurricane fluttered somewhere in his chest. Mohit was leaning back in his leather chair, feet propped casually on the polished wooden desk, flipping through the final version of the script for Star Crossed Lovers.“You really worked for this, kid,” Mohit said without looking up, his voice steady, approving. “Assistant directing, workshops, classes, even j







