When graduated journalist Naina moves into the neighbourhood of India's heart-throb, Rohan Nanda, all hell breaks loose. Will these two ever get along?
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It was 8:09pm. I had just finished writing the blind item on Shanaya and left it on Mrs Bose's desk. She had finally returned to the office.
After reading the article, she looked at me. "This is GREAT," she exclaimed, taking me by total surprise. I had a huge smile on my face and skipped out of the room as the lights in the office were turned off.
~~~ Tonight's sleep was a good one. Although I detested gossip columns, I was proud to have written my first ever article as a journalist. Okay, blind items aren't a great start but it's good enough to get me going. All the gossip-mongers will be raving about my article tomorrow morning and I just could not wait!
~~~ "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Shanaya's voice pierced my ears as I entered the office the next morning. I wanted to laugh but was struggling to suppress it. Rohan was gleaming behind her and was trying his best to not burst out laughing as well. He clearly was not fond of her attitude yesterday and I am glad he agrees with me. After listening to an earful, Shanaya stormed out of the room, slamming the door as she rushed off.
"I guess the shoe fit perfectly then" Rohan sneered as he walked past me. I smiled and strolled back to my desk, waiting to start my next article.
Mrs Bose was extremely impressed. This blind item was spreading like fire on all social media platforms with people trying to pin point the "Starbucks" girl. Our company was getting good coverage due to this. Bose informed me that Raj forgot to conduct the rapid fire segment due to Shanaya's outburst, therefore I had to make my way to the studio Rohan was having a photoshoot at. We decided to only have the rapid fire with Rohan because Shanaya... well you know what happened.
Once I had reached the studio, I showed my ID and entered the building, trying to navigate my way to the room he was in. Suddenly, I heard loud laughs and I knew he would be in there. To be polite, I knocked on the door. He instantly recognised me and ushered me in.
"I will be with you in 10 minutes, just need to finish this off" he informed as I nodded my head.
This was the first time I was seeing a live photoshoot. There were cameras placed at every angle with light reflectors. Rohan was in the centre, posing in front of a blue background. He was making ridiculously funny expressions, making the crew chuckle. But after every shot, he would look straight at me, as if he wanted approval. I was just blank. I had zilch knowledge about this and as a journalist, my time was being wasted to be honest. After 15 minutes, he wrapped up the shoot and walked towards me. He put his arm behind my back, telling me to follow him. My eyes widened but I quickly followed him after, trying to understand what had just happened. He probably does this to all the journalists. Rohan actually has immense respect for the media, even though certain people always misconstrue his words. I am not buying into this though. He may be nice but I just can't seem to like him and I have no plan in doing so.
We entered a small room with a table and 2 office chairs placed directly behind it. I signalled my camera men to come in and take their positions. Rohan pulled the chair out for me and I sat down, trying to ignore his face. That really would not work because I had to interview him.
"Okay, so the plan is that we are - well I am going to ask you a few rapid fire questions and you have to answer them. Bare with me because it's my first interview" I explained and he just laughed.
He just laughed? What on earth! I am shaking like mad and Rohan Nanda is actually laughing at my state. I looked at him, unamused and he stopped laughing.
The cameras started rolling and I decided to ask him a range of questions, from his films to his routines. I must say some of his answers were quite funny but I gave fake smiles and rolled my eyes throughout the interview. I didn't want him to know that. After the interview, the camera men left leaving me by myself with Rohan. Well this was going to be rather awkward.
Just as I was getting up, I tripped over my own shoe. Luckily, I managed to compose myself.
"Are you okay?" "Yeah yeah I am fine"
I hurried out of the room before he had a chance to say anything else.
~~~ "OMG OMG OMG" Saira screamed as she came running into my room at 11pm.
"What happened Saira? I need to go to sleep" "You would not believe what just happened" "Can you tell me already?" "Okay okay check Rohan's instagram"
Rohan's instagram? What is there to scream about? Probably some photoshoot picture that Saira is fangirling about it. I looked at her but she picked up my phone and slapped it onto my hand. I guess I had to see what the fuss was about .
I typed his name into the search bar and clicked his profile. "WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted, rubbing my eyes to understand what I just saw.
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Not only did he just upload a photo of me, he called me a crazy journalist. Crazy? I was fuming. It was time to speak to Mr Rohan Nanda.
