Chapter 12

Daksha's POV in memoir

It has been days since I gave her the application form and address for the audition but she never showed up for the first three days.

My brother kept saying to me that if she doesn't show up he wouldn't think twice to replace her.

But he has a point.

Half of the casting had been completed. He reserved the role only for my words. He has more than 50 candidates competing for the role. The casting selection is coming to an end in two more days.

I am sitting in a coffee shop which I learned from the bar owner that she is working here. I am waiting here for three hours to meet her. She noticed me once I entered the coffee shop. She is trying to avoid me with the best she can.

God! She makes me so much angry.

I am trying to help here. She is just ruining her opportunity by ignoring me.

I sighed as she refused to even look at me. I lost my patience, I stood up from the table walking towards her. She was standing there with a white shirt and jeans, a apron tied to her waist. Her hair was messed up and a layer of sweat glistening her forehead. Once she noticed she ducked her head down and started moving away.

"Tara, " I called her.

"Can you please just listen to me once?" I bellowed.

"What do you want? " She sighed.

"Why can't you just understand? I don't like you. I am not interested in women. If you keep doing this, I have no other option than to complain to the police, " She shouted in frustration.

"I get it you don't have to shove it up to my ass all the time. You don't like me. I am not forcing you to like me. I am just-" I tried to reason with her.

"You just what? God! Is every director is the same? " She grimaced.

What did she just say? How many times do I have to explain it to her? If she chose to ignore me then I can't help her.

She is accusing me of something I am trying to protect her from. You know what, I understood you can't help someone who doesn't want to be saved.

Fine, have it in your way.

"I don't want to sleep with you. If that's what you think of me, just go to hell. From the very first meeting, I am trying to help all you do is to push me away. Have you even opened the application I gave you? If you are born to be an actress just open the goddamn letter and apply for the role. Is your stubbornness more important than your passion? I don't get it. I am sorry for troubling you. " I left away without waiting for an answer or reaction from the coffee shop.

Hell with this love.

I came back to the casting process and sat near my brother. I was trying to concentrate on the interview but all I can imagine is her words and perception towards me. You know they say it right, the more you hold someone the more they slip away. I should have just concentrated on my work.

God!

But I can't ignore the fact that she is an awesome actress. She got my attention at the first sight. It's okay Daksha don't worry even if she doesn't take this role, she would have a bright future. You did your best.

"What about your person? " My brother asked me as he leaned towards me.

"Just keep an open mind, " I whispered back.

"Why? She is not coming. Isn't she? " He chuckled beside me.

"Yes." I gritted my teeth.

I couldn't help but feel like a failure. Maybe I should have approached differently. Maybe I should have explained this to her in a better way.

Was I the reason behind her rejection of this offer?

"It's fine D. Just help me pick the best." My brother patted my arm. I nodded.

"Next candidate. "

"Tara Rathode. " I snapped my head towards the voice.

Her eyes were looking all over the place before landing on me. A slow smile crept up her face. I was shocked to see her standing in flesh smiling at me.

This all feels authentic.

I saw the most real smile I have seen on her face like the one I saw during the first audition. But I didn't want to end this same as in the past.

I desperately want her to get the role.

At this moment all the anger, disappointment flew away all I can do there is to sit and watch her act the scenes and cherish the moments when she helps eye contact with me.

God! I love her.