DEFINED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #3)

1. The Shoot.

Maybe not in this life, but nextime when it will come to make choices, I'll put myself first
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RAHAAN,

How many times in your life, you have done things of your own choice?

I?

Always! Being born as a rich guy! I was always blessed with the power to do anything I want. Have anything I like, and the family of top of it. Was like a cherry on cake.

But you are emptiest, when you are fullest.

So was I,

Having everything didn't felt right until I lost something. And realised what I actually want, I wanted to stay unknown, I wanted to stay unrecognised, I wanted to stay alone, and most importantly I didn't wanted to stay at the same place.

I wanted to keep moving always to a better place.

Like I was right now, in Germany.

The city with glory all around, I was at the Brandenburg gate, clicking pictures from a far. Looking at the open sky above it. Clicking pictures of all the beautiful buildings around it. The horse cart.

When I heard someone behind me. "I don't see the point of people travelling all across the world just to see some stones stacked up at each other, and painted." I heard a similar accent woman behind me, making me turn, she standing with her evil eyes resting upon the Golden gate. "Why bothering clicking pictures? Someday you will die and these close to heart paper cards will turn into trash, that your family will throw away." She was just spatting nonsense the more I heard her,

But it was realistic. She was looking at the world, way too filter free.

"It's not about looking and clicking picture, it's about creating memories-"

"And the best place to store them? Is your head." She completed, staring at me with her dark brown eyes, mysterious.

"Adah!" A loud yell came from behind, when a big man started to walk our side, she turning and walking his way. He was not alone, he was with at least four other man, hanging his head sideway to look at me.

Adah?

Well, not someone I am ever gonna cross path with. Why does it matter to me what she thinks right?

I just turned back front again. But before I could completely get my distraction away, I looked at the guy's men clutching her hand tightly and started to drag her. When she didn't tell to save but was still constantly trying to free her hand. And did managed to, pushing the guy holding on her away. "A little thing! Just a damn! Little thing that your head can't grasp? We are over!" She shouting at the boss man.

"Adah! We can't be over, because I refuse! Don't you remember what you say? Something  should only be done when there is mutual agreement. I deny!" the guy he was scary, big in size then her, yet she was meeting his eyes with no hesitation. He proud chin the proof that she fears nothing.

"So does it apply that you can't force me in any kind of pathetic relationship with you!" She gritted at his face.  "And one more time you follow me where I go. You track and hack my phone! Or keep eyes on me with the men behind me. I swear I will go to the highest persona to get you behind bars!" She threatened him.

Hack? And track?

He just smiling, but she turned her gaze on me,"And if you are enough staring and enjoying, can you please leave?" She suddenly dragging me inside, making me realise that I have been staring at both of them for a while now.  I just turned my head, and started to walk away, looking at all the clicks I made, realising that she was there in at least half of my clicks with no intentions.

I sat down on a bench, looking at each and every photo. Looking back up to the direction, finding him putting her back in the car. And started to drive.

Looks like a toxic ex?

Not my concern though!

~

"Mr. Rahaan, your previous boss was unstoppable with all the qualities he was bragging about you. I really hope to see them?" Mr. Duncan, asked me in his weird accent and evil pronunciation of my name. "Mr. Donovan must have said too much. Just don't get your hopes high!" I replied him back hating the way he was talking to me. And also the fake business talking.

This is the most irritating thing in the world. I went back to look at the studio set up and back ground, the back models already here, and the main one was yet to arrive. I checked up on the cameras, all the angles specifically asked. Looking at the previous photoshoots of the same products.

References they prefer. Doing a complete study about the brand. When I heard the cheer and greetings on people on the arrival of main model.  I just read the product details, looking up at the survey on how much the product was honest and true.

"Sir, the make up of the main model will take up to an hour, can you please, hang on a little bit?" I heard the assistant director request me, when I just nodded in reply.

The most common thing.

Celebrities taking advantage of there fame and try to make others life tough without any particular reason.

I stood from the table, as I removed a cigarette walking outside of the door. Leaning on the wall, taking the heaven and cloud inside me, and releasing the tiredness out.

Hearing some crying sounds. When I just turned following the voice, suddenly finding a person sitting down, filled in tears.

Wait a minute! Isn't that the girl from a week ago? The realistic girl?

What is she doing here crying like this?

I say down too, "Hey?" I called her, when she just stood and walked back inside. What's going on?

Why is she going inside the shooting area? Are outsiders allowed? I just too went inside following the girl, when she cried out! "And hour of eye make up! And you got the eye-liner wrong!" She cried in front of everyone. Even the main model, but kind of astounded me. She was crying for eye liner?

Like that?

Is she crazy?

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