Just A Friend?

Chapter Twenty One

Prabhas and Rakesh arrived at the shoot location, their presence commanding attention from everyone on set. Prabhas, with his broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and the unmistakable air of authority, moved with the quiet confidence of someone who knew how to take charge. His dark eyes scanned the bustling scene, looking for someone.

He turned to Prakash, his voice deep and authoritative, "Has the model arrived yet?"

Prakash, who was trying his best not to be intimidated by his boss's presence, nodded quickly. "She's on her way, sir. Should be here any minute now."

Prabhas simply nodded, his expression calm, though there was an underlying tension in his demeanor, one that Rakesh, being his brother, was quick to pick up on.

Rakesh leaned in closer to Prabhas, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's the matter, big guy? Getting a bit antsy waiting for your lady love?"

Prabhas shot him a sideways glance, his lips twitching upward despite himself. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Maybe," Rakesh shrugged nonchalantly. "But you're the one with a love-struck look on your face. If you were any more obvious, the crew might start filming a romance instead of this ad."

Prabhas shook his head, though the faintest blush crept up his neck. "We're here to work, Rakesh. Try to remember that."

Rakesh just chuckled, clearly enjoying his brother's rare moment of bashfulness. "Work, sure. But I bet you're more interested in whether Sweety noticed the new cologne you're wearing or if she'll compliment your shirt."

Before Prabhas could retort, a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance of the set. The door opened, and out stepped Sweety, looking as radiant as ever. She was dressed casually, yet there was an effortless grace to her movements as she stepped onto the pavement.

Rakesh's eyes widened slightly as he took in her appearance. He whistled low under his breath, just loud enough for Prabhas to hear. "Wow, she's stunning. If she weren't destined to be my sister-in-law, I'd be seriously considering my options here."

Prabhas shot him a sharp look, but before he could say anything, Rakesh raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm just teasing. But seriously, you're a lucky guy."

Sweety's eyes found Prabhas in the crowd, and she smiled warmly at him, a polite yet genuine expression that made Prabhas's heart skip a beat. She gave him a slight nod before gracefully heading towards her caravan to prepare for the shoot.

Prabhas stood there for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched her walk away. The way she carried herself, so poised and self-assured, never failed to captivate him.

Rakesh, noticing the tell-tale blush on Prabhas's face, couldn't resist one last jab. "Oh man, you're a goner, aren't you? Blushing like a schoolboy after his first crush notices him."

Prabhas tried to maintain his composure, but the teasing was relentless. "Shut up, Rakesh," he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words. He was too caught up in the warmth that spread through his chest at the thought of Sweety.

Rakesh laughed, patting Prabhas on the back. "Don't worry, I'm sure she thinks you're the most charming CEO in all of Hyderabad. Just don't trip over your words when you see her again."

Prabhas rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face remained. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Absolutely," Rakesh grinned. With that, the two brothers made their way to where the rest of the crew was setting up.

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Two hours later, the shoot was running smoothly, and Rakesh had just received a call from Sridevi asking him to pick up some medicine for her. Always eager to help, Rakesh hurried off, leaving Prabhas with a bit of time to himself. With Sweety taking a break in her caravan, Prabhas found himself feeling slightly bored. He decided to step outside for a moment and indulge in a smoke.