It's been months, I've been working with Darshan now. Salary is fabulous, the travelling team is gross except Vishal is still bearable but the job sucks!
He's so bossy and he doesn't likes me while he pretends to love and to be kind to everyone else. He fakes it a little to the next extent, at least I'm bad but I'm all real.
I'm in Kolkata, third time in one month and the fans are cooperative and understanding now. Exceptions are always there, though.
I open the door and walk in, just when I stop and gulp the lump in my throat. Darshan Raval, shirtless! Seeing himself in the mirror. Idiot, hot idiot but still idiot.
"Eh, outfit", he took steps towards me and held the hanger. He took it as I stared at him. "You want me open my pants too? Seriously", he smirked at me and I turned. "FYI, no interest in your strip show", I walked out and shut the door. I took steps towards my room, dang he's so sexy. I underestimated it. I like that scenario anyway but back to reality, I still hate him.
Did the show and now I'm yawning?!
"Grab a drink?", Hardik suggested. "Yep, come guys", Darshan almost threw his decision. "I'll go, you guys come later", Vishal smiled, softly. "Come no", Darshan insisted and he helplessly nodded with a big smile. God, no. "It's cold, right?", Nitish asked me. "As cold as my heart", I looked at him and he rolled his eyes. "You also come. You never join us", Darshan looked at me. "No, actually my existence gives you a headache so I'll see you tomorrow in the lobby", I looked at him. "I said, you're coming", he started walking and I stick on-to my decision of hating him no matter how sexy he looked in the morning, ass!
Smoking sexy but ass.
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The Weirdo
FanfictionWhen Roop finds herself working with Darshan Raval, a famous singer she can't help but get annoyed. They give up insecurities, get to know each other but it is always love?
