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3 | who's aditya?

Dishant

III

As I stepped into my apartment, I couldn't shake the giddy excitement buzzing in my chest. Today marked the start of something special: Sheena Karmakar was officially my publicist. I’d been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on her at that award show.

There was just something about her—a fierce determination, a cool confidence, and those striking eyes that seemed to see right through me. I had always been drawn to her, and now I finally had the chance to get closer.

The moment she walked into my living room, I felt the air shift. She wore that signature classy look, her hair neatly pulled back and a tailored blazer that hugged her figure just right. I couldn’t help but admire her poise. But there was a spark in her expression that hinted she was ready to tackle anything I threw her way, and that excited me even more.

“Welcome to The Grandeur,” I said, flashing my trademark smirk. “What do you think? Luxurious enough for a superstar like me?”

She rolled her eyes, a playful grin forming on her lips. “More like a showroom for egos. But it’s nice.”

I chuckled. “You say that now, but just wait until you see my trophy room.”

“Right, I’ll just bet that’s where you keep your ‘Best Flirt’ award,” she shot back.

“Oh, I’m more than just a flirt,” I replied, leaning back casually in my chair, studying her as she pulled out her notepad. “I’m a talented actor, a future Oscar winner, and apparently, now I’m stuck with you as my publicist. Not too shabby.”

“Keep dreaming, Dishant,” she said, her pen poised over the page. “Let’s get to business. I need to know about your upcoming events, shoots, and collaborations.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “You mean you don’t want to hear about my many charms first?”

“Save that for the tabloids,” she quipped, jotting down notes with that focused intensity I admired.

As we discussed the details of my schedule—photo shoots, interviews, the upcoming award show—I couldn’t help but notice how she lit up when talking about the work. Her passion was contagious, and I found myself captivated by her every word.

“You know,” I said, letting my gaze linger on her, “you should really consider getting a little more social media presence. Show the world how amazing you are at your job.”

She shot me a skeptical look. “I’m not about the spotlight, Dishant. That’s your gig.”

“True, but you’d shine if you tried. Just imagine the followers,” I encouraged, leaning closer. “You could post cute behind-the-scenes moments with your favorite actor.”

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You mean you?”

“Of course! I mean, who wouldn’t want to see me in all my glory?” I replied, winking.

She shook her head, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement.

Once we wrapped up our meeting, I couldn’t help but ask, “So, who’s this Aditya you mentioned? He’s been on my mind since yesterday.”

Her expression shifted slightly, and I could sense a hint of defensiveness. “He’s my younger brother. Why do you want to know?”

I leaned back, feigning nonchalance, but inside, I was buzzing with curiosity. “Just trying to figure out if I should be worried. You know, your brother might be competition.”

She laughed, the sound brightening the room. “You’re being ridiculous. Aditya is just a kid.”

"Still, he sounds like he has good taste. A charming older sister to look up to? It’s no wonder he’s always smiling," I teased, watching her face flush slightly.

“Not you too!” she groaned, shaking her head, but I noticed the way she tried to hide her smile.

“Just saying,” I said, a grin spreading across my face.

“Maybe I should meet him. You know, to assess the competition.”

“Good luck with that,” she shot back, but there was a lightness in her tone that made me think she wasn’t completely opposed to the idea.

“Just remember, I’m here to help you shine, Sheena,” I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice. “And I plan to make you a star in the process.”

She cleared her throat, the sudden tension between us palpable. “Let’s focus on your career first, Dishant.” She spoke again, "that's my line by the way."

“Fair enough,” I replied, my heart racing as I caught her gaze. “But just know, I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever.”