The Rockstar ☆ // ON HOLD

The God of Rock.
The Princess of Pop.

He lives with Venom in his blood. Stone-cold heart and hatred. Loud. Angry. Scandouls.

She was born to be star with pure softness and a caring soul. Blinded. Loved. The Nation's beauty princess.

One Tour.
7 Bands.
3 months.

What can go wrong?
Oh, EVERY. FUCKING. THING.

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"You're disgusting."

His side smirk lingers even behind the cigarette now placed between his lips, Motley Crue's 'Home Sweet Home' playing in the background. How damn cliché. "Yet I bet your panties are wet thinkin' of me making you bleed."

I blink. Twice. "What...why would I bleed?"

He raises an eyebrow, and then rights his sunglasses, bowing his head to his lighter, the cigarette between his lips coming to life, the solitary flame illuminating the stubborn shadow draped across his face.
"I'm not a..." He thinks I'm a virgin. Again. Such a jerk. "Whatever. Think what you want. You're disgusting, and I wouldn't want you, let alone allow you to touch me, ever."

"Then why are you still standing here?" he asks, his deep voice just as intimidating. He takes a drag on his cigarette, waiting for me to react.

Before I can think of anything better to say, I make matters worse by saying,
"I'm not a virgin."

Smoke billows from his nose and mouth with a scoff, his attention remains downcast, his callused fingers handling his cigarette. "Bullshit."

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WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOMMENDED 14+. Or else read at your own risk.

Varun Dhawan - Rey Kapoor
Shraddha Kapoor - Zoya Ali