Love Story of A Dancer Boy

Chapter 7

*Sumedh's POV*
Today was the most horrible day of my life.
I never wanted to hurt Khushi this much. But, sometimes life gives you such horrifying circumstances that you have to take such steps with a heavy heart. Tears were continually flowing down my cheeks.

*Flashback*
Both Ayesha and Sumedh were sitting in Param's office

"Sumedh, you and Ayesha should look good together." Param said

Sumedh rolled his eyes

"Your chemistry should look like reality. You both have to make girls jealous"

Param explained but Sumedh was in his own thoughts and was not really ready to listen to him.

"Sumedh! You are just an internet sensation,but you have to become a television celebrity and for that you have to keep your image as a 'one-woman-man' kind of person" Param said

But, Sumedh was very annoyed by his manager's decision.

"What you have to do is! Whenever the media comes. Just look into her eyes, Hold her hand, touch her waist. Let the media feel that everything is real." He continued

Sumedh took a glance at Ayesha. Of course, An evil and cheesy smirk was on her face. What else could be happier for a girl than she has to pretend an internet celebrity's girlfriend.

"You remember your dream? Dance reality show? For that you have to do all this, And tomorrow the producer is going to call. This step would be a great one for your career." Param said

He sighed.

"For that you have to break all the relations, you should have no friendship or relationship with a common girl"

Sumedh was devastated after listening this. After listening to that one line all he could think of was Khushi.

*Flasback ends*

Next morning when I woke up, my eyes were blood red and swelled.

Because of what?? Anger? Because I chose this pathetic life myself and deceived my Best Friend......Or whatever she was.
I cried the whole night thinking about her. The only person who loved the real me and not the internet sensation.

I searched for my phone and unlocked it. Flood of notifications.
Is this my birthday? The much I remember. No, it's not! I tried reading them but due to swollen eyes it was hard to look at the screen.

I quickly got and freshen up. A new day, A new life! Without her.

As I sat down for breakfast and finally checked my phone.

Are you serious?!
Who did this?

Fans and Media were tweeting and posting a photo of Khushi and I holding hands!

Shit! Who clicked this?? And who shared it on social media??
Our friendship was a secret. This should not have been published like this.

A few minutes later.

Param called.

"Hello! Sumedh? What have you done? You know you don't have to keep your relations with anyone as a secret. But, what is this?"

"I know everything, she is just my friend. I have no idea. Who clicked this picture? And who uploaded that on social media?"

"What? Just a friend? Really? Look at the photo carefully. Are there any symptoms which proves that she is just a friend?"

I sighed

"Sumedh, listen to me. When the media would come. Tell them, she was just a desperate fan who wanted to hold your hand and so you agreed. That's it! Don't talk further" He ordered and hung up the call

Fan?? Desperate fan?? Is this fake life, so fake that you have to consider your best friend....(or maybe more than that) as your desperate fan??

I heard the door bell rang. The buzz sound of the bell shook me out from my trauma.

I headed forward to open the door. No! Media? Not again!!

They started asking me questions.

I said what I was told or instead I should say what I was 'ordered'

As they went. I lie down on my bed and began thinking about her.

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Yeahh! I am back!

Thank you!