Love unscripted

Ch-4

" I trusted you more than anyone, why did you hide such a big thing from me, I used to share everything with you, I told you about the Diwali party, and every single detail whenever I met him and you didn't care to tell me the truth, why????" she questioned him poking her finger on his chest.

" I know I should"

" fir kyu nh btaya ya tujhe bhi shaq hai humare so called dosto ki tarah ki mein unhe use kar rhi hu to enter in this Bollywood industry"

" nh baba, bilkul bhi nh, I know you inside out, I know how much you detest acting, shehnaaz tu jaanti hai na log apko kese treat krte hai jab woh kisi badi personality se jude hue ho, tune bachpan se woh chize dekhi hai, log apse dosti nh krte, aap kisse related ho ush wajah se krte hai, I faced that too in my teenage, i want freinds jo sirf mere dost ho, mein jaisa hu uske liye na ki I am a son of businessman and nephew of Bollywood star, bs isliye I stopped.."

" I wasn't like them"

" I am sorry, but this is what my fear made me do," he said holding his ears.

" sit ups kar...." he widened his eyes looking at her red face because of all the crying she did.

" ye zyada ho rha hai, ladkiyan marti hai mujh par"

" toh fir daffa ho ittho"

" acha na i am doing...you kamini"

" you kutta" she mumbled.

" I am wondering what if I kiss Mr. Superstar..."

" no you can't" he almost shouted halted in his place.

" why?? He is..."

" things would be very awkward shehnaaz, mere mama hai woh" he stated sitting beside her on the bed.

" and you are too young for this"

" what if I have daddy types kinks," she asked looking at his shocked face, she tried to control herself from laughing but failed miserably.

" oh my god!! Look at your face men," she voiced out sprawling on the bed.

" Naazi yrr I almost imagined you guys..." he shakes his neck to wipe off the ill thoughts.

" Relax yrr, I know my boundaries, waise bhi he is not my type"

" he is not your type??" he repeated her words laying beside her.

" Nope"

"As much as it sounds unbelievable because I know your type but I am glad"

" ye le teri jia ka call aa gya, jao baby... Go and have gulu gulu" she said looking at his ringing phone.

" bhut harami hai Tu"

" thank you"
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Standing in front of the mirror, clad in a three-piece black suit, designed by one of the renowned designers of Bollywood, he smiled slightly at his image in the mirror, there was a time when he so wanted to wear clothes designed by them but couldn't, it was never an easy journey for him to make up till here, at every step people tried to pull him down, tried to finish him... tried to scatter his image but he survived all and learned in the hard ways possible, He clearly remembered the words he heard once..

" are you in your senses, who is he?? A mere actor... How many films has he appeared in.. And how many worked out... Does he even have the wherewithal to buy it???"

" what are you thinking about?? Let's get done with the photo shoot, otherwise, you will be late for the Red carpet" Tanay questioned gazing at his lost face.

" Nothing, let's get done with photos"

The red carpet is a classic tradition in the bollywood world. It symbolizes glamour and elegance, which are the industry's main values, Celebrities spend lakhs of rupees to create an unforgettable entrance that will capture the attention of the media and their fans, a red carpet is not only for posing in front of cameras and giving interviews, it's always more than that, red carpet is not just a carpet, It's an opportunity to show off your brand values and to be remembered, if only for the moment that you traverse its length. A red carpet is a stage, an opportunity for people to talk about your appearance, how you looked, how you talked and how you behaved...all of it captures by the cameras and circulates all over the social media platform.