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Although He is a celebrity who prefers to keep his personal life private, but something about his mystery girl makes him want to tell the world about her. A strange strong connection emerges between the two of them that he's never exp...
Esha rushes around her college amphitheatre, re-checking every arrangement. She preferred her work to be precise. Truth be told she hated being the chairman of the event committee, managing events wasn't what she liked. Designing, was something she took great pleasure in. But being an over-achieving student with abundant confidence within, leads you to unwanted positions like this.
"He is here!" One of her junior squeals on the radio-transmitter, vexing Esha further. "SECURITY TEAM, GO GET HIM FROM THE GATE! NO GIRLS ALLOWED! GET HIM TO THE BACKSTAGE SAFELY!" Esha yells on the portable transmitter as she continues the last moment arrangements.
Darshan's car enters the huge designing campus and an immediate smile emerges on his face watching all his fans cheer and wait for him. He steps out of the car in his ostentatious attire, waving at his beloved audience. All the girls swoon over his captivating charisma as he grants them his single dimpled smile. A bunch of buffed up men cover him around and lead him to the backstage.
His fascinated eyes wandered around the college students dressed up as bollywood characters. He had never had a concert with a theme for his audience before but maybe he should start having one. They all appeared so wonderful in their attires.
As he enters on the stage, his heart rate accelerates as usual and he feels the adrenaline rush. The girls couldn't help but ogle at their idol, he was indeed captivating. He performed with an uncommon elan onstage.
Esha watched him from afar, having a feeling of deja vu. She observed him with much fascination. Her eyes scrutinized the stage for her to spot one of the staff girl slow walking towards Darshan, for a second she couldn't contemplate what was happening but when she did she was seething.
She snuck behind the stage and without drawing much attention to herself pulled down the girl and stopped a major fiasco. From the corner of his eye Darshan noticed a familiar figure in an oversized white shirt , black shorts and a black hat on her head. Was she dressed up as Sheila (sheila ki jawaani) ? He couldn't help but smile.
As Esha dragged the imbecile down the stage she couldn't tame her anger. "HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST IT?" She growled. The girl had the audacity to cry and frame Esha as guilty. "I just wanted to hu-hug him-m." She fumbled. "HAD I NOT ALLOTTED HALF AN HOUR OF MEET AND GREET WITH THE STAFF? HAD I NOT? THEN WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU CRASHING HIS PERFORMANCE? WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION?"
"I just wanted to be noticed by hi-him." She gulped. "BY PUTTING HIS SAFETY AT RISK? FOLLOWING YOU THE WHOLE MOB WOULD HAVE LUNGED ON HIM, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?" Esha seethed.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to harm him in any manner." She feigned her apology. Esha sighed not having any energy to waste on an insensitive moron. She knew one thing for sure though, Event chairman was not her thing.
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