CHAPTER 4

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JAY'S POV

I see Aditi right in front of me, looking completely pissed, as if she's ready to murder someone. She's not even acknowledging me, and it makes my heart ache.

Last night, all I could think about was what she said, and I know she's right-I need to confront Ekta. But right now, Aditi is sitting beside the director, her eyes scanning the set, probably searching for Ekta.

When Ekta finally arrives, Aditi's expression changes, like she's reading her every move. Ekta heads to the camera, sees me, and throws a rude look my way. We start our scene, but it doesn't go well.

"Cut!" the director shouts. "No, Ekta, that's not it. You need to act like you're in love with him, not like you hate him."

Ekta snaps back, her voice sharp. "You know what? I need a break." Everyone around looks exhausted by her antics. She demands coffee, and when they bring it to her, she spills it on purpose.

"Where's my pink cup?" she demands furiously.

The crew scrambles, apologizing, trying to find her cup. "Get my pink cup right now!" she yells.

Then, a voice comes from behind. "What a beautiful day it is... Too bad we're stuck here watching someone who can't function without pink dishware."

I turn around, and there's Aditi, looking more annoyed than ever.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

"What do you mean ?" Ekta says, storming toward her.

Aditi raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You didn't get it the first time? Should I repeat it through a pink microphone?"

Naina rushes in. "Sorry, Miss Kashyap. Forgive her," she says quickly, trying to defuse the situation.

"What is wrong with her?" Ekta fumes, her anger escalating.

Aditi remains calm but clearly irritated. "There's nothing wrong with what I said. Today is actually a beautiful day, and we're stuck here dealing with this nonsense. Tell me, what's wrong with that?" She says it calmly.

"How dare you!" Ekta steps closer to Aditi, furious, but before she can get too close, I step in, spreading my arm to block her path and keep her from reaching Aditi.

"What are you doing?" Ekta snaps at me, her eyes burning with rage.

"You have no right to talk to anyone like that," I say firmly, keeping my ground.

"What?" she stammers, taken aback.

"Yes, Miss Kashyap. Please, watch your place," I say, my voice calm but unyielding

"I know my place, Mr. Jay Singh," Ekta snaps back. "But you better watch yours. Did you forget last time's slap?"

"Of course not," I reply calmly, "and that's exactly why I'm warning you again not to cross your limits. I could tell everyone what you did, but for the sake of your career, I prefer to stay quiet. However, if you keep crossing the line, I'll have to take legal action. You can't harass people like that."

Ekta's face goes silent, her arrogance deflated. Aditi steps beside me, her eyes shining with admiration, clearly impressed by what I said.

"You know what? I don't want to do this anymore," Ekta spits out. "I quit. Let's see how you find someone better than me."

Aditi, unfazed, waves at her playfully and even blows a flying kiss in her direction. Ekta, now visibly embarrassed, storms off, leaving the set.

As soon as Ekta stormed off, Aditi grabbed my shoulder with one hand, her eyes sparkling. "Well done, Jay. I'm so proud of you," she says, beaming.

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