𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ✔

𝐒 𝐍 𝐄 𝐀 𝐊 𝐏 𝐄 𝐄 𝐊

A/N: It's not a chapter, just a little sneak peak of what's going to happen in the upcoming chapters.

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He was waiting along with the whole crew in the studio. It's been two hours since she went to get ready for the shoot. Deep down in his heart he knew what's he doing is wrong and that he shouldn't have signed the contract without her concern but alas! It was too late to regret, or was it?

After spending another half an hour in deep thoughts, he stood up from his position as he saw the stylist and make-up artist made their way out of the room where Shraddha was getting ready.

"Is she ready?" Varun asked as he approached the stylist.

"She's just putting on her heels. She'll be out in a minute." The stylist replied politely with a smile. He nodded in response.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her making her way out of the room. She was wearing a long white eastern dress along with golden ear-rings and bangles. He couldn't help but stare at the beauty in front of him as she effortlessly made her way in the middle of the studio.

"Damn! Isn't she beautiful?! Heavenly!" Ashok commented as he came and stood beside Varun. Varun turned to look at him and saw how lustfully he was looking at Shraddha. He clenched his fist tightly, trying to control his anger.

"Come on guys, start the shoot already!" Ashok said in a desperate manner.

"Mam, please stand where the cross is marked." the photographer told her and she followed.

"Just a little bit further... Yeah that's it!" he said as he got his camera ready.

"How should I pose?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers as it was the first time she was doing something like this.

"Uh... Give a side pose and keep your hands like...." Varun observed keenly as the photographer demonstrated her the pose.

According to him she didn't need to make those weird pose. She could stand still and still look beautiful. Never ever he admitted or complimented a girl's beauty but shraddha.... He couldn't help but admire each and everything about her.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Ashok's voice startled his thoughts.

"We need more glamor, something more hot." he told the photographer.

"Sir, I'm doing everything I can. The dress she's wearing can only have these types of decent pose. If you want something hot you should've opted for some western stuff." the photographer told him.

"Don't teach me and do your job. Tell you what, remove the dupatta(scarf) off her." Ashok said. Shraddha's head immediately shot up in his direction.

The photographer came forward and asked her to remove it but she remained still as her moist eyes met varun.

"What are you waiting for? Take it off her!" Ashok ordered and the photographer gripped one side of her scarf trying to pull it off but she clutched onto her scarf tightly.

"Let go mam." the photographer said politely as she was still looking at varun with pleading eyes. His jaw clenched tightly in anger.

"Let Go!" Ashok's voice roared in the studio as Varun approached shraddha and stood in front of her.

"Let go!" he said with raged filled eyes as shraddha slowly started letting go of her scarf as a tear dropped down her cheek.

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