Chapter 1 : Bizarre Party

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Tonight could be the first step to a big change in my life. I thought this as I sat in my car, parked outside in the parking space of the two storeys tall Lonavala farmhouse for a low-key birthday slash new project party of Suresh Sahani, the producer of my last project. The place was buzzing with noise and laughter from folks who made fifty percent of Mumbai's wealth. Someone like me would never count among the fifty percent. But somehow god had smiled down at me and Suresh had noticed. 

Knowing how big a name Suresh was, this party might have Bollywood A-listers which was the topmost reason for me to get the hell out of here because just the idea of seeing them was making me self-conscious.
Before the imposter syndrome could rear its ugly head and attack me, the ring from my cell broke my chain of thoughts. I retrieved my phone from the black clutch I was carrying and saw the name of my PA/BestFriend/DrinkingBuddy Geeta Sane who was the sole reason for me being at the party and also for my flourishing( kind of) career, flashing on the screen.

Two months ago, she was the one who informed me of the audition call by Suresh for his production's short film on YouTube "Smriti"(memory) and as it was THE Suresh who was behind some of my favorite movies, I took the opportunity and gave my audition. As you can guess I bagged it. Even though it was a small role, I was on cloud nine for even the small praise it had gathered. Working my ass off to get a good role on screen had finally paid off. I had met Suresh, and we bonded quickly over our shared love of movies. That's how I got invited to this birthday thing.

I had the sudden urge to cover my ears when her loud voice came through asking, "Please tell me you went to the party?". Geeta knows me so well.

  "Yes yes, I am here." I replied dreading her reaction.

  "Oh. Did you see any celebrities?"

  "Um. Actually I am outside the big party house, in my car."

  "What are you doing in the car? Go inside." Geeta ordered.

  "Most of the people here don't even know me. How am I supposed to blend in?"

  "Satu, take a deep breath and go inside. There is not going to be any media. For fuck's sake it's a private party. You should march in there, have some fun, actually talk to people and make some connections." Geeta said doing her best impression of an angry school teacher.

  "Oh okay boss. I am going to hell," I said in my most obedient voice.

  "God you are such a baby. " 

I smiled at her exasperated voice.

  "See you, Geetu." I said sweetly.

And she hung up. Guess she didn't like this nickname too.

I took a big breath and looked at the interior of my Range Rover. I knew I had paid a lot of money for this metallic white car (I was still paying the EMIs) but it was so worth it. After pondering again over my color choices (What? Color is an important aspect of a car.), I got out of it...

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Hey there, lovely readers this chapter will continue in next part..

This was a small chapter as I am getting my groove on.

Next one will be big between 3000-4000 words

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