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Haseena lay in her elegantly adorned bedroom, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she searched for the elusive peace that sleep promised but rarely delivered. Her heavy-lidded eyes remained wide open, as if the night conspired to keep her awake.
The room was a blend of luxury and comfort, with pastel-painted walls radiating warmth. Moonlight streamed through large windows, casting a silvery glow that mingled with the soft golden lights, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The king-sized bed, draped in smooth silk sheets and plush cushions, offered little solace from the turmoil in her mind.
Across from her, a sleek vanity table displayed her carefully arranged makeup, elegant perfumes, and intricate jewelry, each piece reflecting her refined taste. A towering bookshelf held an array of novels and awards, silent testaments to her successful career. In a cozy reading nook, an oversized cream armchair awaited, accompanied by a marble-topped coffee table with a vase of fresh flowers, their fragrance mingling with calming lavender and vanilla scents from candles scattered throughout the room.
With a soft sigh, Haseena sat up, letting the silk sheets slide away. Her hair, tousled from restless nights, cascaded down her shoulders. She tucked a stray strand behind her ear and leaned against the cushioned headboard, drawing her knees to her chest. Her eyes lingered on the bookshelf, where her awards gleamed in the dim light, success and fame surrounded her, yet she felt a profound hollowness that no accolade could fill.
"Kya fayda in sabka jab chain ki neend hi nahi hai hamare paas...!" she murmured to herself, a sad smile tugging at her lips.
Haseena struggled with insomnia, a condition that made sleep elusive, even in such a calm and peaceful environment. Each time she closed her eyes, past bitter moments flashed before her, haunting her, and keeping her from the rest she so desperately sought.
She took a book and put earbuds on her ears and play a soft music to change her mind and starts reading it with a smile, living the fictional life.
Meanwhile,
"Photoshoot ki saari arrangements ho gayi hain... bas male model decide karna baaki hai!" Abhimanyu informed Anubhav, who was admiring Haseena's picture. He lifted his gaze from the image to Abhimanyu and asked, "Why do we need a male model?"
"Because we need to promote our other designs too, and if we feature couples, there's a greater chance of increasing our sale.." Abhimanyu replied calmly.
"You know I'm doing this only for Haseena. I don't care about sales; I already have enough money to live happily, so don't worry about that," Anubhav said nonchalantly.
"Are you feeling jealous?" Abhimanyu asked in a teasing tone.
"Jealous of what?" Anubhav arched his brows, curiosity piqued.
"Of Haseena doing a photoshoot with another man, getting close to her?" Abhimanyu teased, a playful smirk on his face.
"Never! I'm not that type of person. I understand her profession and respect it wholeheartedly. I don't care if she's romancing someone on camera; it's her job, and she's doing it well" Anubhav replied calmly, a hint of pride in his voice.
"Accha, then what about her second co-actor, who suddenly disappeared after shooting a romantic scene with her?" Abhimanyu asked.
"He was harassing her, which is why he's missing. I didn't do anything to him" Anubhav said, shrugging his shoulders with a casual air.
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CRIMSON SHADOWS
Romance"Don't move, Haseena" He whispers in his deep, husky voice as I try to step back. He steps closer, his hand gently brushing against my cheek. The warmth of his touch contrasts sharply with the coolness of the room, sending a surge of electricity thr...
