'The devil has a name and it is Siddharth Nigam'
Every girl wants a bad boy who would be good just for her. But what happens when you get the ultimate bad boy, Satan himself?
I carefully adjusted all my pictures on the wall assigned to me as I waited for the exhibit to start. Me and Siddharth did the shoot but working with him was fucking annoying. He had issues with anything and everything and at point I almost gave up. Seeing me angry he promised to behave and we finally got the shoot done.
The boys had agreed to make it to my shoot and I was excited to see them. People started swarming the exhibition. A lot of people had displayed their pictures. A lot of girls stopped by my display, perplexed at how I had Professor Siddharth agree to model and partly because they wanted numbers of the other boys.
"Well well well", an annoying little bitchy voice made me roll my eyes. "Look who it is." Nikita and her gang walked up to me as they stood in front of me. "How pointless of you to even have your shoot? Who did you ask to model? The waiters at your worn down restaurant?", she commented and all the other girls laughed.
"I paid professional models who have worked with Dior and Gucci to model for me. Plus John Rankin - the ace photographer at Vogue guided me for this. At this point Avneet, it is worthless for you to even think that you could make it to the top", she scoffed. "Now that I am here, let me just see the hideous work you have done."
Nikita gasped as she saw the pictures in front of her.
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