behindheart03
I stared at the news flashing on my phone screen and let out a bitter laugh. Seriously? They're making me the villain?
"Parth Bajwa accused of mistreatment by rising actress Priya Malhotra."
The headline sat bold and unapologetic, like it had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to destroy me. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, its thud breaking the suffocating silence of my penthouse.
Mistreatment? Manipulation? Who writes this trash? Priya and I had an agreement-hell, it was her team's idea to stage the whole relationship. And now, she gets cold feet, flips the story, and I'm the one being dragged through the mud? Typical.
I leaned back, running a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling under the surface. This wasn't my first scandal, but it felt different this time. The words weren't just attacking my choices or career-they were attacking me. My character.
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The moment I walked out of Parth Bajwa's penthouse, I could feel my jaw clenching with frustration.
He was everything I hated in a client entitled, stubborn, and completely unwilling to listen. I had dealt with difficult celebrities before, but Parth? He was on a whole different level.
I'm a PR consultant. I've been doing this long enough to know how to handle egos, how to spin stories, and how to guide clients through the mess of their own making.
But Parth Bajwa wasn't just another celebrity; he was a storm, an unpredictable whirlwind that made you feel like you were drowning every time you tried to catch your breath.
I had worked with actors and musicians before, each with their own issues, but Parth's was different. He was a man who thought the world owed him everything, simply because he was Parth Bajwa.