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"Sir, you can't go inside!" Isha's voice was soft yet determined as she tried to stop Mihir.
Mihir Kapoor, one of the most well-known actors in the industry, wasn't famous solely for his mediocre acting, but rather for the big-budget films he secured, courtesy of his fiancée's powerful father.
"Shut your damn mouth!" Mihir snapped at her, his voice dripping with anger, as he stormed toward the dressing room where Haseena was.
Just as he was about to open the door, it swung open, and Haseena stepped out, her eyes widening in shock.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, fury flashing in her gaze.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, anger blazing in her eyes, her voice a razor-edged challenge.
Mihir’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "What? Can't I check on my ex?" he replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm, masking the rage simmering beneath the surface. The words sent a ripple of shock through the room, no one had anticipated this confrontation, least of all from Mihir.
"Ex? My foot! Tumhara aur mera ab koi lena dena nahi hai, Mihir. So, stay the hell away from me!" Haseena snapped, her voice like ice, each word cutting with unmistakable finality as she took a bold step forward.
Mihir’s gaze darkened, and his jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his anger. "I told you the same, but apparently, you can’t resist meddling in my life. You sent those photos to Nyra, didn’t you?" He shouted, his voice seething with accusation.
"What? Kaun si photo? And why the hell would I do that?" She retorted, incredulity flashing in her eyes.
Mihir scoffed. "Because you're jealous of my success," he spat, though his words only made her roll her eyes. "Jealous of my love."
"Kaun sa pyaar aur success? Bheekh mein mila hua?" She shot back tauntingly, her voice dripping with disdain. Her retort drew audible gasps from the onlookers. "Aur dusri baat, mera tumse koi lena dena nahi, Mihir, so just get lost from here, warna I will file a complaint against you!" Haseena’s voice was cold as steel, leaving no room for argument.
"Complaint?" Mihir laughed bitterly. "I already filed one against you, for posting our fake photos." He held up his phone, showing her social media account.
Haseena’s eyes widened in shock as she saw her recent post, romantic photos of her and Mihir from the past, pictures she had definitely not posted. Her gaze shifted sharply, and she called out, “Isha!”
Isha stepped forward nervously. "I... I don’t know how this happened, Haseena. Our social media team says they’re not responsible," She stammered, glancing anxiously between Mihir and Haseena.
"This could only be your doing, Haseena," Mihir sneered, his voice dripping with accusation. "Those photos were only with you."
Haseena’s expression darkened, her voice tight with suppressed fury. "Mere paas koi photo nahi hai tumhari aur na mera kaam hai!" She shot back, each word striking like a whip.
"The police will figure that out." Mihir retorted when a deep, calm voice interrupted.
"There’s no need to involve the cops, Mr. Kapoor.." A voice came. Haseena turned to see Anubhav, standing there with a reassuring smile, his presence commanding the room’s attention.
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CRIMSON SHADOWS
Любовные романы"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...
