(A/N):
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The first scene of the third schedule took place inside Ram's family ho.
This version of Ram was younger.
Much younger.
Still in school.
Still trying to figure out life.
The scene opened with Ram standing before a mirror.
Completely confused by his school tie.
He twisted it.
Pulled it.
Rotated it.
Made it sohow worse.
His father watched the disaster unfold for several seconds.
Finally he sighed.
"Move."
Ram obediently stepped aside.
His father grabbed the tie.
"How many years have you been wearing a school uniform?"
Ram scratched his head awkwardly.
"Many."
"And you still don't know this?"
"No."
The father looked heavenward.
As though asking why fate had given him this child.
The crew had difficulty keeping straight faces during the scene.
Finally the tie was fixed.
Ram imdiately grinned.
"See?"
"What?"
"I knew it would work."
His father nearly smacked him.
Cut.
The scene was approved imdiately.
Next ca the school commute sequence.
The weather departnt had accidentally beco the production's best friend.
Dark clouds had gathered naturally.
A light drizzle started falling.
Instead of delaying the shoot, Aishwarya decided to use it.
The scene beca even more beautiful because of it.
Ram rode his bike through the morning traffic.
The road was wet.
Vehicles moved slowly.
Rain tapped softly against helts and windshields.
Then ca the traffic checkpoint.
Since train is about to co.
A temporary barrier forced everyone to stop.
Cars.
Bikes.
Cycles.
Everyone waited calmly.
Ram sat lazily on his bike.
Looking around.
Waiting for the barrier to lift.
Then he heard a voice.
"Why isn't this working?"
The voice belonged to a girl.
Ram turned hearing it.
And the world briefly stopped.
Just a look made him pause as if he had struck by a lightning.
There she was.
Janani.
Dressed in her school uniform along with her sister.
Standing beside a bicycle.
Frustrated.
Trying to place a slipped chain back onto the cycle wheel.
The scene was simple.
But the cara angle.
The rain.
The background score.
Everything combined perfectly.
For a mont Ram simply stared.
"...."
Not because she was doing anything extraordinary.
But because that was how first love often worked.
Soone entered your life while doing sothing completely ordinary.
And suddenly they beca extraordinary.
Janani continued struggling with the chain.
Completely unaware she had just derailed soone's entire thought process.
Eventually Ram stepped off his bike.
"You need help?"
Janani looked up hearing the voice.
A brief pause.
Then she nodded.
Together they fixed the chain.
Nothing dramatic. Nothing cinematic.
Just a small interaction between two strangers.
Once the chain was fixed, Janani smiled politely.
"Thank you."
She prepared to leave.
Then Ram asked the most important question in his life.
"Which school do you study in?"
The mont the words left his mouth, he knew sothing sounded wrong.
Janani stopped in her track.
Turned.
For a second Ram beca hopeful.
"...."
Then she smiled politely.
"Thank you."
And nothing more.
The ssage was clear. Crystal clear.
She wasn't interested in continuing the conversation.
She wasn't giving her school na.
She wasn't giving him information.
She was drawing a boundary.
Janani walked away alongside her younger sister.
Leaving Ram standing there.
Completely defeated.
The traffic barrier finally lifted.
Vehicles started moving again.
Ram remained frozen for two more seconds.
Then slowly climbed back onto his bike.
He raised one hand.
"What did I even ask wrong?"
The delivery was so genuine that half the crew started laughing before Aishwarya could call cut.
"Cut!"
Even she was smiling.
The scene perfectly captured the awkward reality of teenage boys.
The confidence before speaking.
The panic while speaking.
The confusion afterwards of what did they say wrong.
Watching the playback, Aishwarya nodded in satisfaction.
The chemistry between the younger versions of Ram and Janani felt natural.
Innocent. Awkward.
Real.
Exactly what she wanted.
Because this wasn't the story of two adults falling in love.
This was the story of two children slowly stumbling into love long before either of them realized it.
The third schedule continued to move forward at a steady pace, and unlike the previous schedules, it wasn't focused solely on Ram and Janani's love story.
Aishwarya was very particular about one thing.
The audience shouldn't just feel Ram's love.
They should feel his friendships too.
Especially his friendship with Kumaran.
Because when Kumaran eventually left for London, the audience needed to feel the sa emptiness Ram felt.
Not as a side character leaving.
But as a brother leaving.
Over the next ten days, the shooting progressed smoothly.
The younger portions of Ram's life slowly ca alive on screen.
School.
Tuition classes.
Friends.
Crushes.
Small victories.
Embarrassing failures.
Everything that made teenage life morable.
One of the funniest sequences fild during this period took place inside the chemistry tuition center.
The setup itself was ridiculous.
Neither Ram nor Kumaran had any genuine interest in chemistry.
Their interest had a na.
Janani.
That was the entire reason they joined the tuition.
Inside the classroom, students filled the benches while the chemistry master conducted the lesson with military discipline.
Nobody dared speak.
Nobody dared sleep.
Nobody dared look away.
Unfortunately for him, Ram wasn't paying attention to a single word.
His entire focus was several benches away.
Where Janani sat taking notes.
The tuition master suddenly turned.
"Ram!"
The classroom froze.
Even Ram needed a second to realize his na had been called.
"Huh?"
The teacher narrowed his eyes.
"Stand up."
Ram slowly stood.
The teacher imdiately fired a question.
"Explain Gauss's Law."
The entire class turned toward him.
Kumaran imdiately leaned toward the student sitting beside him.
"He doesn't know."
The student nodded he had seen both of the boys besides him never listened to the class.
"Definitely doesn't know."
Kumaran looked confident.
"He's about to get destroyed."
anwhile Ram stood silently for several seconds.
Then unexpectedly opened his mouth.
And started answering.
Not just answering.
Giving a proper textbook explanation.
Complete definitions.
Applications.
Formula references.
Everything that had connection with the question.
The classroom slowly fell silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The chemistry master's eyebrows rose.
Several students stopped writing.
Even Kumaran stared at his friend like he was seeing him for a first ti.
"...What?"
The explanation continued.
Janani slowly looked up from her notebook.
For the first ti since the class started, genuine curiosity appeared on her face.
Her friend sitting beside her whispered.
"Wasn't he sleeping five minutes ago?"
Janani nodded her head too in shock.
"I think so."
The teacher eventually stopped him.
Not because Ram was wrong.
Because he had answered everything.
Perfectly.
The teacher cleared his throat.
-Cough!
"Sit down. Ram. Good keep it up..."
Ram sat with a smile on his face as he looked at Janani.
The classroom remained silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Kumaran slowly turned looking at Ram up and down.
"Who are you?"
Ram grinned back seeing his friend reaction.
"What?"
"Since when do you know chemistry?"
Ram shrugged his shoulder as if it was nothing.
"I read the book."
Kumaran looked personally betrayed.
"...."
That day changed the tuition master's life.
And ruined Kumaran's.
From that mont onward, the teacher never questioned Ram again.
Why would he?
The boy clearly knew the subject.
Instead...
Every difficult question started landing on Kumaran.
Who sat besides Ram. Every single one.
"Explain this."
"Kumaran."
"Solve this."
"Kumaran."
"Stand up."
"Kumaran."
The poor boy suffered endlessly at the hands of the teacher.
anwhile Ram sat peacefully.
Watching Janani.
The crew had difficulty finishing the scene because everyone kept laughing whenever the teacher ignored Ram completely and hunted Kumaran instead.
Once the tuition sequence wrapped, the shoot moved to another important mont.
The scene took place after class.
The evening sun was beginning to set.
Students slowly left the tuition center.
Cycles rolled out.
Bikes started.
Conversations filled the street.
As usual, Ram and Kumaran followed Janani from a safe distance.
Or what they believed was a safe distance.
Unfortunately.
Janani wasn't blind. She had noticed.
"...."
Several tis.
Today she finally stopped.
Without warning, she turned around.
Ram imdiately froze.
"...."
"...."
Kumaran almost walked into him.
Janani walked directly toward them.
Each step increased Ram's panic.
"What do we do?"
He whispered to Kumaran.
"I don't know."
Kumaran whispered back.
"You think she knows?"
"Obviously she knows!"
By the ti she reached them, both looked like students waiting for exam results.
Janani crossed her arms.
"Why are you following ?"
Ram imdiately opened his mouth.
Nothing ca out.
"...."
Janani sighed seeing his reaction.
"My father is very strict."
Her tone wasn't angry. Just firm.
"Please don't follow ."
The words hit Ram harder than expected.
He slowly nodded.
"Okay."
Janani looked slightly surprised.
"...."
Perhaps she expected an argunt.
Or excuses.
Instead he simply accepted it.
She nodded once. Then turned to leave.
For a mont everything seed finished.
Then Ram's brain betrayed him.
"Wait!"
Janani stopped in her tracks.
Kumaran closed his eyes.
"Oh no."
Ram scratched his head awkwardly.
Then asked the worst possible question.
"Can you give your house telephone number?"
Silence. Absolute silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Janani stared at him. As if is he for real.
Kumaran stared at him.
Even the extras filming nearby looked stunned.
The actress playing Janani slowly turned.
"You were following ."
Ram imdiately regretted being born.
"I told you not to."
Her voice beca sharper.
"And now you're asking for my number?"
Ram looked as though soone had slapped him with a chemistry textbook.
"I was just—"
"No."
With that she walked away.
Leaving behind two devastated boys no one.
The mont she disappeared around the corner, Kumaran burst into laughter.
Ram glared at his friend.
"What?"
"What was that?"
"I don't know."
"You asked for her number?"
"I know."
"After she told you not to follow her?"
"I know!"
Kumaran laughed so hard he nearly fell off his bicycle.
"-Hahaha!!!"
The entire crew was laughing too.
Even Aishwarya was struggling to keep a straight face.
Because the scene felt painfully real.
The story slowly shifted.
For the first ti, it wasn't Ram chasing Janani.
It was Janani unconsciously looking for Ram.
The very next day after their awkward confrontation, Janani arrived at the tuition center as usual.
She parked her bicycle.
Adjusted her books.
Entered the classroom.
And for so reason... Her eyes imdiately moved toward the bench where Ram and Kumaran usually sat.
Empty.
She paused briefly.
"...."
Then sat down at her place.
"Good."
She told herself and convinced now she can learn in peace.
"No disturbance today."
Yet during the entire class her eyes occasionally drifted toward that empty desk.
When the class ended, she left.
No one followed her. No one called out.
No one asked for her telephone number.
Everything should have been normal.
Yet it wasn't.
The next day...
Again the bench was empty.
Then the next day.
And the day after that.
Days slowly passed.
The annoying boy who kept following her.
The sa boy who couldn't stop staring.
The sa boy who sohow asked for her telephone number after being told not to follow her.
Had disappeared.
Janani couldn't understand why it bothered her.
"...."
One afternoon her friend finally noticed.
"You keep looking there."
Janani imdiately looked away hearing her question.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
Her friend smiled knowingly.
"Looking for sobody?"
Janani imdiately hit her notebook.
"Study."
Her friend laughed.
anwhile Janani silently wondered.
'Was I too harsh that day?'
The thought appeared unexpectedly.
Then stayed in her mind as for so reason she felt little guilty.
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