When Arnav entered his office after a long day, he was welcomed by a tense atmosphere.. He overheard whispering from his employees. Their tone was so low that nothing clearly reached his ears except a few comments like, 'Lisa stormed out... Khushi insulted her... Khushi ruined the shoot... etc. etc.'He stopped one of the employees and asked sharply,' What's going on? Why is everyone talking about Lisa and Khushi?'
The employee looked a bit nervous, 'Sir, Khushi commented about Lisa's skin tone during the shoot... She got offended and left. Now the shoot has stopped...'
Arnav's jaw tightened. This calendar shoot was a big deal for AR, something he was really looking forward to. Now, because of one careless comment, it seemed like everything was falling apart. Money, time, and even the company's reputation were at risk...
'Unbelievable..' he muttered. He didn't expect this from Khushi, that she will cause such trouble, especially on such an important project. Arnav looked at the direction of the shooting area with angry eyes.. He almost stormed there with a determination to teach a lesson to the interns he had trusted with this valuable project. He scolded himself also for trusting these new bees. But as soon as he stepped inside the studio, he head Arman's voice, 'Turn, please..' A bright yellow light fall over someone's back and he froze..
There, in the middle of the studio, was Khushi, draped in a deep red chiffon saree. The way the fabric fell around her, enhancing her natural grace, left him momentarily speechless.. He felt his throat is getting dried seeing the scene in front of him..
The lights of the studio cast a warm glow around her, illuminating the vibrant red of the saree and giving her an almost ethereal look... She looked little nervous standing in front of the camera, her eyes holding a flicker of uncertainty.. Arnav found himself unexpectedly drawn in, he was unable to look away...
She was looking beautiful would be an under statement, she was looking eternal, like something out of a dream—like an angel or a delicate doll. It wasn't that Arnav had never seen beauty before.. But this was different. It was like the moment held a melody, a kind of music he couldn't describe, a feeling that settled deep in his chest..
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Our Arranged Love Story
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