It has been way too long of a day.

Girl after girl, rejection after rejection.

Imran Pathan. He was pretty hot, and he knew that. Because every single girl from Shamli was at each other’s throats to get a role in the musical “Laila and Majnu”, just so they could get a chance to play as Imran’s— or in this case, Majnu’s— love interest, Laila. Which was going to be hard, because he thought no one could actually fall “crazy in love”. He stood in the middle of the open theatre, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are we done yet, madam?” He asked to Diya, the woman who was teaching everyone and conducting the musical, his voice laced with annoyance. Suddenly, he saw another girl come in.

“Last audition for Laila,” Stated, Diya’s assistant, as he sat back in his chair. Imran groaned.

“Here we go again with the drooling girls…” He muttered, under his breath, perpetually annoyed.