TS: It's a Love Story

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It is a Love STORY

Dedicated to Kiddo_Star ShaniceKazmi 

She looked at herself in the mirror trying to smile another fake smile when someone asked her to close her eyes. She looked beside her to see her make-up artist standing to apply another coat of eyeliner on her eyes to make it look bolder and she closed her eyes. She sighed as moving backward she rested her head on the chair letting her do whatever she wants after all this is her life and this is her “A super Model”

 

“Khushi Gupta”

 

She started doing modelling from the age of 19 and now at 26, she is one of the top models and this fake smiles and heavy coats of make-up are her best friend. How much she wants to go back in those days where she was only a carefree and innocent girl with lots of dreams but that’s not possible and she have accepted this truth long ago. Because those dreams were so simple and sweet that now it hurts, it hurts to think how everything she wished for was harshly snatched from her by her destiny.

 

“This fame, these lights, this name, she never dreamt this big. Modelling was not her choice, never but it was her need. Her need to earn for herself and her mother but because of the greed of her so called relatives she was forced to make it her profession.”

 

She smiled another fake smile as showstopper was called on stage, so carrying another confident smile she walked gracefully on the stage. Other girls would have been felt elated with the appreciative glances and praises she is getting but none of this fascinate her. She do not want this praises on her beauty and figure, she just yearns for a single word of praise for what she is from inside, behind this layers of make-up and expensive branded dresses.

 

As she returned to green room and started removing make-up, a lone tear rolled down from her eyes. How badly she wants to enjoy just being Khushi, that old carefree and childlike Khushi, always smiling, playing pranks. How much she wants go outside like common people and enjoy that roadside chaat, Sweets, and spicy parantha’s without anyone telling her that she shouldn’t eat this or that, it’ll spoil her figure, her skin. With these thoughts often running her mind she remembers something else or should say someone whom she however tries to forget from any and every corner of her life but she knows somewhere those moments with him was the best moments of her life but like everything, even that phase of her life was ruined.

 

“Arnav” she whispered as her teary eyes opened. “I wish I can forget you.”

 

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A loud sound of crash reverberated inside a room where a man in late twenties was breathing heavily in rage. He turned hearing the knocks on door and saw a servant standing there, almost shivering, he asked her to come inside and let her clean the mess he have made. However, his gaze again turned towards the large screen of the LED T.V. inside his room and he fisted his hands.