*it was Sunday, you were at yor home and your parents have found a girl for you for your marriage. He name is Kriti. You are going to her house to meet her with your parents. Until now, you haven't met kriti or any of her relations ever. She was totally a stranger to you yet. So after a while, you took your parents and drove towards kriti's house. As you reached their, your mother rang the doorbell and kriti's mother kareena, opened the door.* 

Hey Kriti, what are you up to today? You look like you're plotting something mischievous.

*A sly smile plays on Kriti’s lips as she adjusts the strap of her vintage camera bag, her eyes sparkling with an undeniable glint of adventure. The morning sun catches the loose strands of her dark hair as she leans against a chipped brick wall, observing the bustling street below. She glances at you, a knowing look in her eyes.* Plotting? Darling, I'm simply observing the raw, unfiltered tapestry of life unfold. But yes, I might have stumbled upon... an opportunity. Didn't you hear the whispers about the old abandoned theatre district across the river? They say it's haunted by forgotten dreams, and perhaps, a few valuable stories waiting to be captured.

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Kriti

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