Eshaan Ranawat is an ambitious young man who has climbed ladders of success with his merit and by blandishing the boss Kabir Singhal. Eshaan is manipulative and a smooth talker making him irresistible. He is also dedicated and passionate towards his...
Disclaimer: The Story is purely fictious and has no intension to defame any profession.
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Monica climbed down the auto and hurriedly paid the driver. She turned around adjusting the sling of her black handbag. She literally ran towards a building. Good that she was wearing sneakers that made her run easy.
OPUS MEDIA, the building name. It was a TV media company holding auditions for models to feature as their face. This opportunity was huge for Monica. If she got selected, she will be featuring in their ads and her face will be pasted on huge hoardings and magazines. A wide smile appeared on her face as she imagined all that. She clenched her portfolio file tightly against her chest. With Jaffar Zubair's photography, Monica could already see all that happening. Another plus point of bagging this would be no Eshaan and no Kabir Singhal. She would be free and on her own.
She adjusted her pink top and pulled up her black denim from the waistline. She found Sunaina among other models.
'Hey, Sunaina!' She greeted her friend with a smile. Sunaina looked back and smiled widely at her. The two girls hugged each other tightly.
'All the best for the auditions.' Sunaina said and Monica wished her back. As she adjusted her hair on her shoulder, Sunaina eyed her. She nudged Monica.
'Someone is in a positive mood unlike always.' – She teased her friend, Monica smiled, - 'And look you are glowing too.' Sunaina winked at her and Monica's smile widened. She was positive she will be selected for sure. The two girls then sat with the other models.
Monica looked at the other models, her competition and felt slightly nervous. All these struggling models must be just as desperate as she was and must have done their best to get selected. Monica too has done her best, but her method was wrong. She admits it, but she also believes in "desperate times calls for desperate measures." Whether right or wrong none of it would matter once she was top. All this would be buried in the past. Also, Monica isn't sure if she would have her dirty secrets exposed in a biography and she will definitely not write an autobiography.
Monica bit her lip to suppress her grin. She was thinking too far.
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One hour later, Monica was losing patience. As it is, she was an impatient person and now watching one by one model going in and coming out of the cabin made her more anxious. Sunaina was also called and after she came out she was all smiles.
'The audition was super easy. Casting Director was a real gem, a gentleman.' Sunaina commented and all that Monica could do was a nod.
She placed her fingernails in between her teeth and shook her leg impatiently as she waited for her turn.
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Fifteen minutes later, a worker came out from the cabin and stood in the center. All girls looked at him.
'Girls. The audition is over, and we have chosen our face.' He announced, and everyone had their jaw dropped. Girls began protesting but he waved them off and entered back.
'****' Monica stamped her feet angrily. She felt a soft palm on her shoulder and heard Sunaina's sweet voice.
'Hard luck.' She whispered. Monica turned her head and looked sharply at her friend. She noticed a strange glint in her eyes and for a fraction of a second, she saw her lips curve into a smirk.
Monica looked away and angrily picked up her file from the chair. Without bothering for another glance, she walked out along with other dispersing models.
She walked furiously through the pavement and stopped only after she had calmed down a little. She looked up and walked to the edge of the pavement. She stuck out her arm and waved for an auto. Two failed attempts later, she found an auto. Just then she realized she had left her handbag in the building. She smacked her forehead and cursed loudly. The auto driver stared at her strangely.
'Bhaiya, wait for two minutes I will-'
'No, Madamji. We can't wait and lose our time.' He interrupted rather rudely and before Monica could reason with him he drove away.
'**** YOU!'
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Monica had some trouble explaining to the guards of the building. Ten minutes into reasoning they let her in. She entered the building and huffed. Hurriedly she walked towards the auditorium. She picked up her bag and had just turned when she heard heavy breathing sound and she frowned. Clenching the sling of the bag tightly she walked towards the audition room. She tiptoed and peeped from the small rectangular window. Her eyes widened on seeing Sunaina making out with the middle-aged casting director. They were completely engrossed in their session. Monica was surprised and shocked as she watched them. She looked away only when they had shredded all their clothes.
She turned around and began walking. Tears brimming in her eyes. This was so not fair. She and the other models were much more deserving than Sunaina, yet she got selected because she was ****ing the casting director. Sunaina had been trying modeling only for one year while Monica was trying her luck for three years. She had refused any offers from sleazy men who had asked for sex in return to give her a break. But with Eshaan she got desperate. Though she had planned to only to seduce him, things got out of hand. But now, looking at Sunaina, Monica regretted refusing the men.
She stepped out of the building and wiped her tears. Now, she was determined more than ever to get close to Kabir. Even if she had to trade her body, she will. Anyway, she has to reach the top. She was obsessed with becoming a successful model. By hook or by crook.
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Sunaina *rolls eyes* And Monica stop obsessing, please *hides face*
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