In the dazzling World of fame Nd fortune, OVIE KHANNA, a top-notch A-list actress, commanded attention everywhere she went. Her talent nd beauty captivated audiences, but little did she know that her path was about to intersect with that of a prince...
Trigger Warning: The chapter content includes violence, criminal activities and sensitive themes like trafficking.
Author's POV,
Ovie was on the terrace of her apartment. It was the first apartment that she rented with her hardwork after she moved to mumbai for her career. It was not located in the most poshest neighborhood of mumbai but not the poorest either. She had lived there for more than one year. Later on, she moved to the new villa and bought the apartment. She purchased that flat because it held so many of her dreams, hardwork and emotions.
She was currently dancing on the terrace furiously. She was venting out all her overwhelming emotions. With much difficulty, she had practiced to put on her 'No worries, All good' facade. But her facade tore off when she saw Advait once again. However, Advait was unaware of this. She had caught sight of him, staring intently at her outside of the restaurant. It was the time when she had just attended the meeting regarding the cancellation of her movie contract. She had just came out of her heartbreak zone after sleepless nights and emotional but she went back to square one when she saw him again.
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At this moment she didn't care about the scorching sun, she didn't care about anyone seeing her out in open, she didn't care about the ground that was like a heated pan, burning her feet and she just moved, dropping the dance moves carelessly and effortlessly. As she moved, her body became a vessel for her anger and sadness, each step perfectly synchronized with her racing heartbeat. Her feet pounded against the hard surface of the terrace, unleashing a storm of emotions through her dance, unleashing a torrent of anger, sadness, and frustration. Through her dance, she was expressing her emotions and finding solace in the movement.
Her classical dance steps, usually graceful and elegant, took on a new turn - fast and furious. It was transformed into a whirlwind of energy and intensity. It was as if she was channeling all her pent-up frustration and heartache into every movement. The rhythm of her dance became a reflection of her inner turmoil, a way for her to externalize the pain she felt inside.
With each twirl and leap, she relived the day of their breakup, experiencing those raw emotions all over again. Her arms swept through the air, reaching out as if to grasp at the memories that haunted her. The anger simmered beneath the surface. Yet, intertwined with her anger is an undercurrent of sadness, a profound ache that tugged at her heartstrings. Every gesture, every step, seemed to convey a profound sense of loss and heartbreak. Her body trembled with the weight of the her pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. Each step she took was a desperate attempt to forget the heartache that consumed her, as if she was punishing herself for the pain she felt inside.
As she danced, her body became a channel to convey her feelings, her limbs extending and contracting with every wave of emotion. The scorching sun above casted a harsh light on her relentlessly, intensifying the heat, mirroring the fire burning within her. Sweat dripped from her brow, mixing with her tears, as she battled with the memories. It felt like she stood in the middle of the circle of fire, the flames of the fire erupting everywhere around her. But she could care less about this. In this moment, the world around her faded into the background. The only thing that existed is her dance and her pain.
