Sifar - A Collection Of Desi Short Stories

🥀WHEN YOU FALL - 1🥀 [ON-HOLD]

Action!

The sudden voice brought her to her senses and she realised the spotlight was fixed on her. The blower blows her ends of hair like a ribbon as she adorns her face with a smile. That was the shoot for a cosmetic endorsement. Placing one of her hands under her chin, she looked at the camera. Her flawless brown skin was illuminating under the golden cast of lights. She look at the frame with her green expressive eyes like she was directly going to intimidate the audience into trusting her choices and indeed she did.

"Cut!" As soon director said she regain composure on her face. What a blessing to be an actor! People never get to know whether the person behind the camera is real or not.

"Thank you, Ella, for taking out time for this" Director said after handing the recording to the editor.

"Never Mind, " She smiled carefully tying her hair. "I hope you won't mind showing the reel once to me. I can't compromise with my image" She said as the director nods her head.

Moving to the monitor, the only thing she caught was the loss in her own eyes. Her skills of playing with emotions become slightly lacklustre due to the long-term break of three years she has taken. Little did she realize some things are not meant to be hidden.

"Let's shoot it again" She tilts her head to the monitor.

"Is there any problem with this?" The director was quick to ask.

"Yes, I am not liking the overall look" She replied moving toward the spotlight.

"Ma'am, we don't have much time" Neha, Her manager remind her which return with a glare in response making her shut. She signed to the director for setting up the frame again.

"Sir will be mad, Ma'am" She heard her assistant telling her when her phone rang. She was sitting in the vanity van. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed the lip tint.

"Ma'am, " Her assistant insist again causing her lip tint to get spread on which she closed her eyes.

"Get lost!" Almaas mouthed wiping it up. "Why are you here if you can't handle this shit? I will deal with him" She said after painting her lips again.

Neha's forehead gets creased offendedly, she sometimes hates this job. She is sure that she will turn as lunatic as her if she continues working for her. But again, pay is more than her imagination. Besides, Ella isn't cruel by heart but her tongue dripped with venom every time she speaks. One must close his ears and eyes for recognizing her temperament. Shaking her head in scepticism, Neha left her alone keeping the ringing phone on the vanity table.

Her eyes notice the name 'Zain' gleaming on the screen with annoyance. Keeping the heart-shaped tint down, she received the call.

"Where are you, Darling? Remember we have to show up to the success party" A deep yet hoarse voice reverberated from the cell.

"I am weary. Can't I skip this event, Babe? " She plucked out the fake nails extension.

"No" Came his reply, his tone held finality as it leave no room for argument. She hummed disinterestedly and cut the call.

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Smile!

No matter how shit is your day or how pathetic you feel, just know to smile at the paparazzi and you are good to go.

Once a senior from the industry told her that nobody likes to see miserable faces on camera. They want to show fresh faces blooming with happiness so they can cash on audiences' delusions to think how perfect life was for people in the entertainment world.