CHAPTER ONE

Life was an absolute bitch sometimes

The sun was starting to set, turning the clouds to fire, brightening the neon lights that flashed on all sides, and making the India Tower replica in the distance look like a column of Pure gold.

Meera awoke in her luxurious bed in her luxury room. she ran her fingers, pressed a button to on the electric bulb. Light brightened in the dark and silent room.

She woke up shivering and with a throbbing headache. The pain got worst, every time she moved her head, so she lay still, trying to recall what happened the previous day.

She swore to herself that she would never drink so much again. She gazed at the bedside locker, a half-finished glass of wine, a rifled box of chocolates.

"shirrrr" her stomach whispered. Was that she hadn't eaten so much?

Nope.

"Kiran Bedi" Meera screamed at the top of her voice.

The maid appeared, calm, inscrutable, to her lord's screams. Stupid maid. It was almost impossible to get good maid in India. they came, they went, they didn't even get interest in solving your problem.

Kiran hesitated, then moved and began to collect the debris of clutter, the wine and chocolate box shot. She bent and picked up the bottle of Coca-Cola that she had dropped. Only a little had spilled out

"Kiran,mujhe lagata hai mujhe ek naee naukaraanee laanee hogee"

Meets glazed at Kiran through the dressing mirror. She igged "Mujhe khed hai, my lord. Main botal ko patajhad neon khareedane kee koshish Kar Raja tha ". Kiran was used to all sort of insult from her lord.

"tumane kya socha ki tum kaun ho jo meree kameez par daag lagaane kee koshish kar rahe ho?" Meera flight angrily "I warn you earlier not to do so again, right!"

To Kiran this is a historical question so it need no answer, all she did was a feign regret to satisfy her lord.

"Chaitanya" Meera yelled, as she flung herself into her bathroom, slamming the door so hard that a framed print sprang off the wall and crashed to the floor like a droplet of coke, the glass shattered as thought earthquake or tsunami.

What did she mean? He should come and wait for her or enter in side. India actress are arrogance and they are filled up with ego. How can you call a messenger and zoomed up in the toilet. Why can't you came out first before calling him.

Meera plodded to the bathroom. flung her robe, slipped out of her night gown and stepped into the golden bathtub. she smiled grimly, in a way that showed only her upper teeth, over the years she had changed.

Meera Rohan is an Indian actress, she became the best actress at the age of twenty. She is the most beautiful actress if not for the stupid poor pria. She is slim and beautiful. And the ambassador of companies and industries, CEO of 'Rohan production' a film production company. Her film production companies became the best film production company of the year 2023

When she was 18 she was the fattest girl in the college. That was as a result of stuffed she received from grandma. Ananya, Ananya was meera's favour grandma. She is a chef, she cook assorted types of food and posted it on instagram. People teasing her that she was single because she's too ugly to be loved.

Her fatness makes boys to hate her for her body shape at college. her mousy hair, brown teeth, big cheeck, big mouth makes her looked perfectly ugly.

Now, the big check was beautiful with a dimples when she smiled. Her teeth were chapped and white

Now, the big check was beautiful with a dimples when she smiled. Her teeth were chapped and white. She was tall and slender, with large eyes and long eyelashes. Her hair fell in tangled plaits across her shoulders. She had a delicate, mysterious beauty that made Yash think of a freshly blossoming flower of Mumbai. She certainly didn't look like someone capable of being born in INDIA.

she whispered as she took her shower, refusing to think of the previous day. The reason was a long story, too long to think about on a brand new day. She stepped out of the shower wrapped herself in a fluffy terry cloth robe and opened the bathroom door. She smiled grimly again as she felt the coldness of the floor surface.

"Ma, today you have a shooting of movie in Mumbai city hall" Chaitanya said as he began going through a book containing her schedules for the day. It was first time he had made an attempt to dress nicely, he was always in jeans and baggy sweaters

but ma" he tried to convince her but she shouted at him and send him out grandly.

Kiran stared blankly.

Meera was use to pains and bad memories since when she divorced her beloved husband. Three years later she was married to the best actor. And she had divorce him for his excess love of sex. Funny how things worked out.

Meera frowned and thought about her own love life. She had enough from her marriage life. Both of them were crazy. They were both time consuming, but now she was beginning to wonder.

why will her ex came back to her.

Meera swore silently to herself. JesusH. Christ. What was happening to me having sex with my ex-husband

She glared at her phone. Staring at the Screensaver; it was her picture romancing yash's face. his stupid, smiling face booming the whole screen. Suddenly, Her phone buzzed, as a soft melodious song was inappropriate filling the room with a rather exotic saxophone blue. It was Lata Mangeshkar song tittle 'Hindustani'

she thought of leaving the phone but mistakenly she clicked on the green button

"Meera we're here at the film house waiting for you!" a voice coming out from the phone. It was Om prakash her movie director.

"yes sir, but I'm busy today" she balanced the phone on her cheeks.

"Meeera. We have just three days to Diwali and I wanna win the award of the best director of the year. same as you, I want you to win the award of the best actress of the years". He said gloomily

"sir I'm busy but I will see how I will sort it out. Thanks" she switched up the phone call not waiting to hear his responce.

Best director and the best actress. Funny, first class shit.. she hissed

Om prakash kept calling her and the number of times he called her was exactly the number of times she clicked on the red button.