AbhiRa One-Shots - Mix & Match

2. Superstar

"Cut!" The director yelled, breaking the horrible energy Abhimanyu Birla and Myra Mitra had going on on the sets of 'Enthralled', a romantic thriller starring Superstar and heartthrob of millions, Abhimanyu Birla and very popular, very sexy, Myra Mitra.

Except the only problem was that Myra Mitra was all looks and zero percent acting. Abhimanyu knew how she bagged the role of the female lead. Just like she always did. By sleeping with the producer. She was his side piece after all. The fat bastard.

But why did Abhimanyu care? He was going to get his paycheck and his fans would flock to the theaters to watch him on big screen. They worshipped him. For them, he was no less than a God.

He even had millions of unread fan-mail to prove it. The numerous wedding proposals, some from girls, some from parents looking for a groom for their daughter and some from men too.

He was loved. He was the heartbeat of India.

And that is exactly why he couldn't serve his audience, the ones who trusted him blindly with a half baked product.

"Spot!" Myra yelled and a petite girl wearing a pair of leggings and a rough and tough checkered shirt ran up to Myra carrying a huge bag double her size along with a mirror.

"Chair." Myra was rude, exceptionally so to the young girl who looked no older than 21.

"Yes, yes Ma'am." Her speech faltered and Abhimanyu watched as she got Myra the chair she as demanding.

"What's your name?" Abhimanyu asked, curious upon noticing just how brilliant the young girl was at multitasking.

"Akshara. Akshara Goenka, sir." She replied, giving him a soft starstruck smile before turning her full attention back towards Myra.

"Puff me!" Myra ordered.

Akshara faltered as she dug through the large bag she was carrying and brought out a puff, gently dabbing it on Myra's face as the hair artist fixed up her hair.

"How long have you been working with Myra? I didn't see you here before." Abhimanyu pointed out, striking up a conversation.

"Ummm, I just joined 1 week ago. Today is my first day on set." Akshara replied, trying to juggle Abhimanyu's piercing gaze and Myra's temper all in one.

"Abhi, sweetie, I love that you are so considerate of the extras on set but please, don't distract my staff." Myra's voice was tauntingly rude —which Abhimanyu ignored.

"Yeah, well, ask your staff to help you work on your lines and not your face and makeup." Abhimanyu replied, passing one last look at Akshara before storming off set and towards his vanity.

~*~

Abhimanyu had just been coming out of his vanity van when he passed Myra's. That's when he heard it. The voice. The prowess. The seductiveness. The sultriness. Everything single attribute that should belong to the character of Naina Raichand. Everything that Myra was unable to portray.

But how then? How was she doing such a brilliant job of it behind closed doors? The Naina on screen was not been 0.01% of the Naina he was listening to now.

"And you?! You think I'd fall in love with you? Oh please. How dense could you be? You were nothing but a mere pawn in my game. A stepping stone for revenge. REVENGE!" That! That was the infliction of sentences he was looking for. That was the voice!

Abhimanyu opened the door to Myra's vanity van, gently, like a Ninja trying to not make a sound. As he opened the door, he stepped inside expecting to see Myra.