“The Chamber Scene”

(Veeresh & Poornima)

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🏙️ Poornima’s Apartment — Rainy Night

The city was soaked in rain.

Poornima stood by the window, watching water trail down the glass. Her script lay open on the table, but she hadn’t read a word.

There was a knock. Soft. Familiar.

She opened the door.

Veeresh. Drenched, his hoodie clinging to him, script in hand.

Veeresh (quietly): “We should run the scene. It’s tomorrow.”

She hesitated. But stepped aside.

The door clicked shut.

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🎭 Rehearsal Begins

They lit candles — the power had gone. The flickering golden glow made the room feel... private. Timeless.

They began reading lines from the chamber scene — where Juliet and Romeo lie together, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing their time is slipping away.

Their voices grew softer. Slower.

At one line, he reached for her hand.

Poornima flinched. Not because she didn’t want it.

But because she did.

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🕯️ Silence Fell

He stepped closer, her breath caught.

The script slipped from her fingers.

Veeresh (whispered): “I can’t pretend this is just acting anymore…”

Her heart thundered in her chest. She wanted to step away. But didn’t.

Poornima: “You’re not supposed to want this. We’re rivals.”

His hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Veeresh: “Maybe that’s why I want you more.”

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🌒 The Moment They Crossed the Line

She looked up at him — lips parted, trembling.

He kissed her again — not like backstage.

This was slower. Searching.

Her hands gripped the front of his shirt. His palm pressed gently at her lower back, guiding her toward him.

Their lips spoke what their mouths could not.

The rain outside turned into thunder — but the storm inside them was louder.

She pulled him down onto the cushions on the floor.

And they didn’t speak after that.

No words. No names.

Just whispers and breaths, tangled emotions and unspoken longing.

They crossed the line they had both drawn in pride, and desire made them forget who they were supposed to be.

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🕯️ Later That Night

He lay beside her — shirt half-buttoned, fingers still laced with hers.

Poornima stared at the ceiling, sheets tangled at her legs, heart still fluttering.

Poornima (softly): “We weren’t supposed to… This changes everything.”

Veeresh (without looking at her): “I know.”

Silence again.

Then he turned to her — eyes soft, but unreadable.

Veeresh: “But if being with you is a mistake… I’ll make it again.”

She didn’t reply.

But she didn’t let go of his hand either.