Riding Into Trouble (Literally)

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Aashna sat on her bed, laptop balanced on her knees, as she reviewed the footage they had captured. While some of it was good—actually, better than she expected—it still wasn’t enough. They needed more perspectives, more voices, more depth. With a sigh, she clicked open her email and typed out a message to Dhruvin.

From: Aashna Pathak

To: Dhruvin Deshmukh

Subject: More footage needed

The content we have is fine, but I don’t think it’s enough to fully capture the essence of the documentary. We should look for another NGO or a similar organization. Let me know if you have any leads.

—Aashna

It didn’t take long for Dhruvin’s reply to pop up.

From: Dhruvin Deshmukh

To: Aashna Pathak

Subject: Re: More footage needed

Ah, Pathak, just admit it—you’re just finding new excuses to spend more time with me. Can’t blame you, though. I am irresistible. 😉

On a serious note, I’ll ask around. I might know a place that’ll work. Also, did you just say we should look? Should I be concerned that you’re dragging me into more work?

—Your favorite filmmaker

Aashna groaned, shaking her head, but a small smile tugged at her lips. She quickly typed back.

From: Aashna Pathak

To: Dhruvin Deshmukh

Subject: Re: Re: More footage needed

Get over yourself, Deshmukh. You were already involved in this. Also, don’t make me regret agreeing to you as a project partner. Let me know the NGO details ASAP.

—Aashna

The next day, they sat together in the library, brainstorming. Dhruvin leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, smirking at Aashna.

“Okay, so there’s an NGO on the outskirts of Mumbai that works with underprivileged kids and their education system. It’s got a great reputation.”

Aashna nodded. “Sounds perfect. I’ll take the train there, and you can take your bike.”

Dhruvin made a face. “Train? What century are you living in? Just come with me on my bike.”

“No, thanks. I can manage,” she said firmly.

He sighed dramatically. “Aashna, be honest. Are you afraid of bikes, or are you afraid of me?”

She shot him a glare. “Neither.”

“Then problem solved! Just hop on, and we’ll get there faster.”

“I said no.”

Dhruvin leaned forward, eyes twinkling. “Pathak, you do know I can be very persistent, right?”

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But if you drive like a maniac, I swear I’ll jump off mid-ride.”

He grinned. “Noted. I’ll drive at the speed of caution and care just for you.”

From a nearby table, Advait, who had been watching the interaction, frowned slightly. He had known Aashna for years, and seeing her agreeing—however reluctantly—to Dhruvin’s constant persuasion made something twist in his stomach. Sia, on the other hand, was watching with keen interest, like she was witnessing a high-stakes reality show.

“Kuch toh chal raha hai yahan…” she muttered under her breath.

Advait turned to her. “What?”

Sia smirked. “Nothing. Just enjoying the drama.”

Advait’s frown deepened as he turned back to see Aashna sighing while Dhruvin continued smirking like he’d won a battle. Something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was time he had a talk with Mr. Charming Filmmaker before things got out of hand

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