Mr Husband Work Hard

Zero Attention

As her status wasn't the same as before, Moksh could no longer be seen entering the airport with Pratiksha. Even though the temperature was hot, Pratiksha wrapped herself up tightly. However, before she stepped out of the car, Moksh gently patted her on the head as he spoke,

"There are a lot of fans at the airport, if they see us together it will cause you trouble; I will wait for you in the first class cabin. You are currently on the rise, you can't have any scandals."

Pratiksha lifted her head to look at Moksh with an apologetic look in her eyes. In reality, she was Moksh's wife, but they could never be seen in public together; sometimes they even had to act like complete strangers. But, she also understood, Moksh didn't want her hard-earned achievements to go to waste.

Thinking of this, Pratiksha gave a reassuring smile as she held onto Moksh's hand, "Wait for me...Wait until I am on the same level as you. I will personally announce to the world that we are husband and wife; an invincible married couple."

Moksh wrapped his hand around her neck as he pulled her in for a kiss. His eyes twinkled like a vast sea of stars, "You should get going..."

In reality, Moksh really wanted to keep Pratiksha hidden away in his home, that way only he could come in contact with her beauty. However, Pratiksha was born for the runway; her superstar aura couldn't be denied. So, sending Pratiksha to the pinnacle was his mission and aim in life...

This feeling...made him feel helpless, but also happy.

Pratiksha stepped out of the Lincoln Limo, changed into another luxury car and headed to the airport with Sudiksha and Nancy. Because the Oriental Trend was a big hit, there was no way the airport would be as peaceful as when Pratiksha first arrived, so Moksh organized for 4 bodyguards to follow her.

"Ahhh...it's Pratiksha..."

The screams of the people coming from inside the airport could already be heard from the sidewalk outside.

Pratiksha unconsciously started walking faster. Deep down she sighed, how could these people have such good eyesight? She wrapped herself up so tightly, yet they still recognized her.

"Pratiksha, things have really changed," Sudiksha sighed behind her. "You have the option of taking the VIP entry to avoid the fans, do you want to do that?"

"Of course not," Pratiksha immediately rejected the option. "If I can't even handle this, how many fans would be disappointed? My fans are supporting my career, there is no reason for me to avoid them," Pratiksha decided to hold her head high as she headed into the airport. Upon seeing her, fans and reporters all flocked to her side. Moksh's bodyguards quickly formed a human barrier and escorted her pass the security checks into the waiting area.

"Pratiksha...can we get your autograph?"

"Pratiksha, we really like you, you need to keep going..."

"Pratiksha, you are always welcome to come back to the US."

Pratiksha maintained her smile. When she came across smaller groups of people, she would generously give them an autograph. After entering the terminal, she took multiple photos with fans. Eventually, Nancy had to intercept and regretfully turn them away by telling them Pratiksha hadn't had much rest lately because of work, hopefully they could understand.

While sitting in the terminal, Pratiksha glanced around for Moksh. Finally, in the middle of the seating area, she spotted Moksh sitting peacefully with sunglasses on as he flipped through the latest issue of Secret. The old American lady next to him noticed the magazine in his hands and smiled as she asked, "Young man, after you're finished with that, may I take a look? This magazine has been so popular lately, I haven't been able to buy it anywhere."

Moksh nodded gently, "Of course."

Pratiksha sat two rows behind Moksh and stared at his handsome back. She really wanted to ask him how he felt holding onto his wife's magazine. In reality, Moksh had the choice to sit in the VIP lounge and wait, but in order to accompany her...

Pratiksha's eyes welled up as she pulled out her phone and typed a few words, "Your back looks good."

Moksh handed the magazine in his hands to the old lady and took a look at his phone. The corners of his mouth curved up as he replied, "After we return home, get Kunal to change the person holding your hand in the front cover to me. There won't be zero mentions anymore, right?"

"You can't do that, President Moksh ! If you do that, then no one will notice me anymore."

The smile on Moksh's mouth increased as a thought crossed his mind; he wanted to enlarge Pratiksha's solo photo in the magazine and hang it all over their bedroom.

"I really want to turn around and look at you..."

Seeing those words, Pratiksha's heart ached. At this time, the airport announced their flight was ready for boarding. Pratiksha stood up and walked to the front. Following closely behind, Moksh also got up and walked behind her. Like this...he wouldn't need to turn around to look at her.

During the boarding process, many people gradually recognized Pratiksha. They wanted to move forward to talk to her, but, not knowing if Moksh was doing it on purpose, he kept standing in front of them, until Pratiksha finally headed into the first class cabin...

She was his wife...of course he would take care of her and protect her...

At least, within his sight, he had to do that.

At the same time, a very entertaining photo started spreading through India's online community. The B-grade model, Payal, who gloriously went overseas, was meant to overcome all obstacles and rise to a new level in her career.

After going overseas, she compared herself to many famous supermodels, used the fact that she was an Asian model as a gimmick and secured a few endorsements. However, as soon as Secret's magazine was released, Pratiksha became a legend, whereas she became a joke.

'Zero Attention' became her nickname. But, all the ridicule from the public wasn't enough. Early in the morning, an extremely long meme was posted up online. The meme consisted of 10 photos of models she had previously been compared to; the model's photos were on the left, her photos were on the right. Their photos were from all different shows, whereas her photos...consisted of the same photo...

...the photo of her kneeling on the ground...

After this meme went viral, it grabbed the attention of many famous online personalities; they all began to ridicule her.

This devastating result would have never been predicted by Rastogi Entertainment. Also, because of Payal's defeat, all her previous scandals started resurfacing; humiliating her once again.

This was how the entertainment industry was like; the winner takes all...

"Payal, how about you stay in the US?" Vikrant was worried she wouldn't be able to handle the blow and it would hurt her pregnancy.

"No need. I want to see how Pratiksha plans to step on me." Most importantly, the final selection for the Top Ten Model Awards was in 4 days. She wanted to make a gamble...since she didn't get good results, all she could do now was...look for the judges...

"Fine then, we will go home as soon as we get off the plane," Vikrant responded. He had no idea at this moment what Payal was planning.

However, even if they were to head straight home, they still had to leave the airport. At this time, paparazzi were lurking; they had their eyes set on them for a long time. Their cars surrounded them and started chasing them.

After seeing the humiliation online, Payal finally started crying in the car...

She had failed too miserably and fallen too painfully!