The director's voice rang out loud and clear..
"Cut!"
The final shot was done.
The entire crew clapped and cheered, filling the set with applause and laughter.
Nidhi stood there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she took in the reality, it was over.
Two whole months of chaos, and now... she was free.
The film, originally planned for three months, was completed earlier, all thanks to Tanveer.
He was fast, flawless, and incredibly efficient.
His dedication on set had everyone in awe.
But for Nidhi, it wasn't just about his professionalism.
It was him.
For two months, he had somehow always found a way to be near her.
Whether it was during a break, in between scenes, or while reviewing scripts, he was there.
And he wasn't just close... he was dangerously close.
At first, she thought he was simply teasing her, maybe annoyed by her presence. But it wasn't that.
He was addicted to her.
The way she spoke, the way she handled people especially him, it fascinated him.
She was the only one who could handle his temper without trembling. The only one who could challenge him with a look.
The only one who made him feel something real.
And now, he didn't just want her around.
He wanted her forever...
The entire crew was invited to an after-party to celebrate the movie's completion.
Nidhi didn't want to go.
She was too exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But Tanveer wouldn't leave her alone.
He walked up to her, his voice low but firm. "You have to come. You're the heroine. You should be with the hero."
There was no escaping him.
She sighed, giving in.
That evening, she dressed in a saree, soft, elegant, and flowing perfectly against her curves.
When she walked into the party, everyone stared.
But none of them stared harder than Tanveer.
He had seen her in sarees before, during the shoot. But tonight...
Tonight, he wanted nothing more than to kiss the hell out of her in front of everyone, to show them that she was his.
His eyes darkened as he slowly walked toward her.
Nidhi, noticing his approach, tried to slip away, but he grabbed her wrist. His grip was firm but gentle.
"Going somewhere?" His voice was low, almost teasing.
She glared at him, but he simply smirked. "You're the heroine. You should be with the hero."
Her heart thudded violently in her chest.
.
The party was in full swing. People were laughing, drinking, and celebrating.
