𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡

10. concern.

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Karan
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I stood in the back of the rehearsal space, watching Aaravi as she moved fluidly across the stage, the glow of the lights casting soft shadows around her.

The background music played, filling the room with the melancholic notes of her latest track, and yet there she was - performing as if she were already in front of thousands of adoring fans. Her smile was radiant, her movements graceful, but I could see the underlying tension in her body.

From the way her brow furrowed ever so slightly, it was clear she was putting on a brave face.

It was impressive how she managed to convey such a depth of emotion through her dancing, even when the song's lyrics spoke of heartbreak.

I admired her resilience.

She was a star, sure, but she was also just a young woman trying to navigate the pressures of fame, and that reality tugged at my heartstrings.

As I watched her, I felt a wave of concern wash over me. Was she really okay?

I had seen her smile and laugh, but I knew that beneath that exterior, there was more going on. The way she poured herself into her performances spoke volumes about her passion, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was dancing around something - maybe even her own feelings.

Falling for a celebrity? That thought had crossed my mind more than once.

It was ludicrous.

I was just an event manager, and she was Aaravi Kaur, a talented singer with a growing fan base and a life that seemed light-years away from mine.

There was something about her that drew me in, though.

She's a damn celebrity Karan. They're all beautiful and out of your league.

Maybe it was the way she expressed herself through music, or how her laughter felt like a warm breeze on a cool day. But I knew better than to let my thoughts drift into that territory.

I wasn't the type of guy who lusted after someone. I had always valued genuine connections, something deeper than a passing attraction.

And with Aaravi, it was never about lust; it was concern and admiration. Watching her practice, I felt compelled to support her, to be there if she needed someone to lean on.

"Okay, let's take it from the top!" Aaravi's voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I watched as she gathered her dancers, her energy infectious, as if she were trying to channel her own struggles into something beautiful.

As the music started again, I admired her determination. She commanded the stage, and for a moment, it was easy to forget the world outside.

But I was still there, and I could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. When she glanced in my direction, I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Why did I care so much? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the feelings swirling in my chest.

I was just her event planner, and she was my client. I needed to keep my distance, both emotionally and professionally. But I couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

After a few more runs of the choreography, Aaravi signaled for a break. She slumped down on a nearby bench, wiping the sweat from her forehead. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so vulnerable, so tired.

"Hey, you okay?" I called out, stepping forward.

She looked up at me, her expression shifting from exhaustion to something softer. "Yeah, just... tired. This song hits differently, you know?" Her smile was faint but genuine.