Behind The Scenes

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A week later...

Shraddha's POV
(Shraddha's apartment)

The thing about success is that, you might have been waiting all your life just to catch the shooting star, but once you catch it, it burns your hand. I have waited all my life for this moment. A moment where I turn on the television and all that's flashing is pictures of me. People constantly praising my work, without a skip of a breath. Me, dressing myself up into a walking luxury store. Me, waiting for an evening that's dedicated to the success of my hardwork.

And now, that I have all that right in front of me.

I am feeling nervous. Actually, nervous is an understatement. I know for a fact that this industry is like a dangerous predator, waiting for a new prey to enter. So it could feast upon it.

Today after the release of the movie, me and Aditya have become the talk of the town. Common audience, media and even some celebrities have gone as far as shipping us.

Today, when I step out of my car at the success bash. All those people, would jump us and I won't have an answer for them.

Me and Aditya are nothing more than friends, maybe even best friends. Me and him get along well, he understands my hidden sass and I understand his dead humor. That's how we go.

It's not a romantic relationship, but people seem to miss that, as they don't see the line between reel and real.

#Adishra is trending no. 1 on twitter. And to say I feel awkward is an understatement.

I swear to God, if the media asks any question about Aditya. I will throw my fucking hands at them.

Looking up at the makeup artist, who has been working on my face for the past 40 mins, I finally decide to ask a question.

"Do you know how much longer this will take?" I asked her politely, giving a small twitch of smile.

"When someone is doing your lipstick, don't talk! Now you have lipstick smudged all above your upper lip." She said, giving me the stink eye.

Yeah anyways, that didn't go too well. The saddest part is that she didn't even tell me how much longer it will take. My butt feels numb sitting on this stupid chair.

After a final stroke of lipstick, I finally get up on my feet, only to be sat down again.

"You still have your hair to be done, are you gonna go to the event with a bird's nest?" She said pointing to my hair, her face showed that she was not really enjoying this interaction.

'Old hag!' I cursed in my mind.

She reminds me of my mother when she gets all naggy. Oh shit!

'Mom I was not calling you a old hag in my brain. I swear!'

. . . . . . 5oo years later . . . . . . .

I stepped outside, into thousands of flashing cameras. Finally, facing my dream.

'This has been your dream since the day you were born Shraddha. I am not going to let you ruin it just because of some shitty nervousness. Hold your head up high, forget all the thoughts and concentrate on walking like a motherfvcking Queen!' My conscience said, more like screamed at me. Sometimes she is actually right. There's nothing to fear. You are getting the attention you deserve and this is the bare minimum. You deserve much much more.