Romance Love Story Of Tamanna

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The lobby is quiet, bathed in soft yellow light. Outside, waves crash against the shore.
TAMMANNA, dressed in a hoodie and loose pants, walks in quietly. She looks like she’s escaping the world.
Behind the counter, ARJUN, the hotel waiter, is stacking clean cups. He looks up, surprised.
TAMMANNA
(softly)
Is it too late to get some tea?
ARJUN
(grinning)
Only if you’re okay with the secret recipe.
She raises an eyebrow, amused.
MONTAGE — OVER THE NEXT FEW NIGHTS:
– Arjun making tea as steam rises.
– Tamanna laughing as he teaches her to fold napkins into swans.
– Both sitting in the corner table, talking about dreams, families, silly stories.
– She impersonates a director dramatically, and he nearly spills tea laughing.
EXT. HOTEL TERRACE – LAST NIGHT
The moon hangs low. The terrace is empty, except for fairy lights strung along the railing.
Arjun brings two cups of tea.
Tamanna looks at the sea, her hair moving with the breeze.
TAMMANNA
Tomorrow I’ll be gone… back to lights, cameras, noise.
ARJUN
And I’ll be here, making tea for strangers.
There’s a long pause. Their eyes meet. It’s quiet, but everything is loud inside their hearts.
He steps closer. She doesn’t step back.
TAMMANNA
(whispers)
This… feels real.
Arjun gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The world around them disappears.
He leans in slowly, giving her time to pull away—but she doesn’t. Their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss under the fairy lights. It’s not rushed; it’s warm, like everything they shared over midnight tea.
They pull back, smiling shyly, as if both had just stepped into a moment they’d remember forever.
ARJUN
Promise me one thing.
TAMMANNA
What?
ARJUN
You’ll come back… even if it’s just for tea.
She laughs softly, touching his hand.
TAMMANNA
I will.
FADE OUT