kaise mujhe tum mil gaye - Accidentally yours

3.The silent War between A and V

The late morning sun filtered through the wide glass windows of Virat Singh Ahuja's penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern furniture.

He lounged lazily on the couch, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast.

Beside him, Sana, his newest girlfriend, was scrolling through her phone, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulder.

Sana was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went - a stunning model with dreams of making it big in Bollywood.

Virat, in his typical laid-back manner, enjoyed her company. She was new to the industry, eager to learn, and eager to impress. It was refreshing for him to be with someone who wasn't already entrenched in the world of film. She was ambitious, sure, but she wasn't hardened by the spotlight - not yet.

"You know," Sana began with a playful smirk, "you could talk to your director friend. I heard he's looking for a fresh face for his next movie. Think I could be the one?"

Virat chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "I'm sure we can work something out. You've got potential, and with a bit of guidance, you'll be ready for the big screen."

Sana leaned closer to him, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Who needs guidance when I've got you?"

Before Virat could respond, her phone buzzed again, pulling her attention away. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from flirtatious to curious. A moment passed before she spoke, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Looks like someone's making waves this morning." she smirks at Virat that made him awake.

Virat raised an eyebrow, glancing at her lazily. "Who?"

"Amrutha," Sana said, holding up her phone for him to see. "She posted something, and it's blowing up on social media."

Virat's relaxed demeanor vanished in an instant. His brows furrowed as he took the phone from her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the screen.

Amrutha's post was simple - just a plain white background with the word Peace written across it.

And yet, it had already gone viral, with thousands of likes, retweets, and comments flooding in from her fans.

"She didn't even respond to your comments directly," Sana continued, biting her lip as she glanced at him.

"But people are loving it. They're saying it's the perfect revenge without saying a word."

Virat's grip tightened around the phone, his jaw clenching. "Are you serious?"

Sana nodded, her voice softer now, sensing his irritation. "Yeah. It's trending everywhere. #PeaceWithAmrutha is all over the place."

Virat felt a surge of frustration rise within him. He had deliberately criticized Amrutha during the press conference, ignoring her talent and positioning himself as the superior actor.

He had expected her to fight back, to make some defensive statement or even attack him in return.

But instead, she had done something far more cunning. With a single word, she had turned the narrative completely in her favor.

"That little b..." Virat muttered under his breath, pacing the room. "She thinks she's being clever."

Sana watched him warily, unsure of how to respond. She had never seen him this worked up before. "I mean, it's not that big of a deal, right? It's just a post."

Virat scoffed, shaking his head. "No, it's not just a post. She's manipulating public opinion, making herself look like the bigger person while I am an arrogant man."

He stopped pacing, turning to face Nisha, his dark eyes flashing with frustration. "You think this is funny?"
Sana quickly shook her head. "No, I just thought... I mean, people are talking about it, that's all."

Virat snatched his phone off the coffee table, scrolling through his own notifications. The hashtags were everywhere.

His fans were divided, with some supporting him and others praising Amrutha for her "classy" response. It was clear that she had won this round, and that realization only fueled his anger.

"This ends now," he muttered under his breath.

Sana, still perched on the edge of the couch, hesitated. "What are you going to do?"

Virat's lips curled into a cold smirk, though his eyes remained dark and serious. "I'm going to remind everyone who the real star is. Amrutha might think she's clever, but this little game of hers won't last. She doesn't belong in the same league as me."

Sana nodded, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. She admired Virat for his confidence and his success, but there was something about Amrutha's calm, quiet strength that unsettled her. It was clear that Amrutha wasn't just some rising star - she had a way of turning situations in her favor without needing to shout or make a scene. And Sana wasn't sure if Virat realized just how challenging that kind of power could be.

Still, she kept her thoughts to herself. Virat was determined, and she knew better than to question him when he was like this.

"I'm going to make sure the world remembers why I'm the king of Bollywood," Virat continued, more to himself than to Sana. "Amrutha can play the humble, innocent act all she wants, but I'm not going to let her steal my spotlight."

As Virat plotted his next move, Sana remained silent, watching him with a mix of admiration and unease. She had no doubt that Virat would come up with something dramatic, something that would put him back on top in the public eye. But part of her couldn't shake the feeling that Amrutha wasn't someone to be underestimated.

The city outside buzzed with excitement as the media continued to dissect every move, every word that Amrutha and Virat made. Meanwhile, Amrutha, back at her family's home, was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the other side of town. She had posted her message of peace without any grand intentions - it was simply her way of staying grounded amidst the chaos.

But little did she know, that one small gesture had set off a chain of events that would soon draw her and Virat deeper into a whirlwind they never saw coming.