When the Camera Stopped Rolling

Mira Singh, a young girl who became an overnight national sensation in the 90's. The same Mira Singh whose fanboy was Ranjana's father.

An acting prodigy. Her beauty and grace made the whole nation fall in love with her. A name that was gossiped about the most. The person who was followed by the media wherever she went.A charming social butterfly.

But that's what everyone saw on the big screen. No-one knew there was a whole different person behind the facade that Mira Singh was. But why did she vanish, is she still alive? Or is she dead?

Rumours have it she had some kind of ties with the ruthless mobster Ravi Rawal, who was named The Devil of West. A person whose name is still feared by the locals. Does he have something to do with Mira's disappearance?

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"Why the tears,honey? Already tired of the spotlight?" Ravi mocks as he takes away my cigarette from my lips and wipes off my tears.

"The pressure is suffocating me. I can't sleep, I struggle to breathe sometimes. I'm scared, Ravi." I cried out. "I'm scared of people not loving me anymore. What if they don't like me anymore?"

Ravi smirks as he puts the cigarette between his lips, "I can't say anything regarding what others will think or do." He looks at me intently. "And trust me as long as I am alive, Bollywood will be yours." He says. "Just a single call of mine will bring the biggest films to you. Some of your co actors might have their parents to get them jobs. But you have me, the most dangerous man in the country. No one says no to me." He finishes. And I nod. "But however, since I am a businessman, I want something in return."

"What? I'll give you anything." I say, without thinking twice.

He smirks and leans back on his chair. "Take off your clothes, sweetheart. And come here."