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16. 2017 BOMBAY, INDIA

Modelling was all together a new experience for me, acting, singing dancing was something else…. While walking on the ramp has its own attitude and air, you have to work really hard for that. I always used to think modelling is nothing but walking on a platform giving smiles and all that, but working with Anurag Kashaf I learned that I was wrong. Modelling demands a lot, I had to workout a lot, I even had a diet plan of the first 6 months and I was not allowed to have anything other then that…. It sucked!!! My modeling career was shinning, with in only a year, I became the show stopper for Anurag kashaf and pallavi Deewan.  

I was waiting for Pallavi Dewaan, she called me here in a café out of blue….. normally we meet in her office, she is a calculated kind of a woman but today here in this café I was feeling so exposed for last 20 minutes I had given a bunch of autographs to fans coming and going from the café. Still that time is far when people would go crazy on my sight in public but even this much of love is a lot for me. After all abhi waqt he kitna hua hea mujhe yahan aye hue…..

I looked at my wrist watch and right then my cell phone beeped, I looked at the screen and it was Pallavi…. “Bandra traffic sucks!!..I will catch you in a while, sorry love” I replied and put back my phone on the table and started sipping my pinacolada. I was looking here and there when my eyes stopped on a group of friends entering into the café, they were five boys all in their late teens I guess. All excited, jumping, whistling… one among them was making their video and another, the tallest among them was literally hitting on a girl standing on the counter, waiting for her order to come…I chuckled at their cuteness. Ahhh! Friends! I sighed deeply looking and observing them. I missed Shehry, Waqas and Atif like hell. I so wished they were here with me…….

“oh! Am really sorry Hussain! Kept you waiting” an urgent sound took me out of my nostalgia and I looked up, Pallavi was almost at my table now, dragging her chair out and settling down.

“its okay…… I was enjoying my juice, nevermind” I winked at her and she smiled. Pallavi was in her late 30s and a very enthusiastic and energetic lady, famous for producing new talent and giving oppurtunities to freshers. That is why everyone in Bollywood called her the experimentalist.

“Pinacolada!......ah Hussain, seriously? It sucks” she looked at my glass and rolled her eyes, I chuckled at her expressions.

“yeah! you know am different” I bosted holding up my glass, taking a sip.

“Yeah… am pretty aware of the fact” She said and I called the waiter.

“one Pinacolada for mam……

“oh! Please… no colada wolada, bring me sparkled mint and cheese sandwich” She cut me off and I chuckled, the waiter noted her order and went away.

“so, what made you call me, here?” I asked looking at her.

“wait, I will tell you but there is someone else as well, who was suppose to come here today.” She looked at her watch and I couldn’t get what was she talking about.

“well, Hussain…. Ambani called me a couple of days back. He had a script and he wanted to make a movie on that, he actually wants to launch his daughter” she stated, looking at my questioning gestures.

“so?” I asked

“soooo… I will be directing his movie, and as being the director I proposed your name for the lead role.” She said, very casually and right then the waiter put her order on the table. While I couldn’t get how should I react.

“Say something……” she looked at my expressions and said, forcefully.

“Ambani… you mean Mukesh Ambani?..... wo apni movie mein mujhe q cast kerne laga yar, wo to hamesha Imran Hashmi type heros ko cast kerta hea”  I said, inquisitively and Pallavi laughed.

“well, jo kam wo Imran hashmi se kerwata hea wo tum nai ker sakte?.............” She asked, rasing her eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

“Am good in modeling… thanks a lot!”I said making a face and she giggled.

“let me call him, where the hell is he?” She said and took out her cell phone and dialed some numbers.

“Yeah! hello, where are you?” She asked, getting the line.

“Oh!... nope things are going pretty fine here and as I told you already, hussain has no issue in working with you. But it would be better if you two meet personally” Pallavi said, no matter how I tried to stop her… she didn’t.

“Hm! Okay… no I understand, that’s okay!” she said and cut down the call.

“Don’t look at me like this love!.... you don’t get it, this movie is going to be the first solid brick of your career here, mark my words” she said, solonmly and I sighed deeply.

“but atleast lemme go through the script” I said

“I have mailed you already” she winked.

“Okay! I will go through it tonight” I told her and she smiled.

“hey! Did you talk to Veronica? Kahan ghayab hea?”Pallavi asked and I shook my head

“Dunno!”

“Okay, I have to leave… got a few tasks to be done. You better read the script and better say yes” we stood up, she patted my back and I smiled.

I put on my shades and picking up my car keys, we headed out of the café……..

********

I headed to my apartment, I used to call NewYork’s traffic busy but I realized coming to Bombay what a mess the traffic was here, I drove to my apartment. My cell phone rang up….

“Hello…..” I said through my Bluetooth.

“Hi….”I heard her voice, what happened, the usual chirp was nowhere.

“Oh! You are still alive?I thought your bhagwaan called you up or something” I joked and heard a sob from the other side.

“Hey! Veronica… you are crying? What happened?” I asked, it was so unusaual of her.

“Where … are you?” she asked between sobs.

“Am going home, hua kia hea yar?” I asked worriedly.

“Can you stop by? Please Hussain?” She asked and I looked at my wrist watch.

“Okay!…. 15 minutes” I said and hung up, this girl seriously freaks me out sometimes. I sighed and took a u-turn.

Veronica Sherma, a bright successful model and a very good friend of mine now, she was a bit crack in her upper story, too high on her self, obsessed with two things; parties and boyfriends. Months back when I reached here, it was she who actually showed all that moral support and helped me a lot in settling down in India… coming to India I realized one thing; you can not survive here in Bollywood without a strong back. You just became another Namaloom insaan if you don’t have that….

I reached her home and found the main door already open….. What the!!! This girl has no sense of security. I pushed the door and stepped inside… OMG! Such a mess, the hall was turned upside down…. All the cushions were here and there on the floor, broken vases, scattered flowers… Ahhh! Another breakup! I rolled my eyes and headed towards her room upstairs.

I'm breaking dishes up in here, all night

I ain't gon' stop until I see police lights

I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma fight a man tonight

I'ma fight a man, a man, a m-a-n

A man, a man, a m-a-n

I'm still waiting, come through the door

I'm killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes

I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire

And what I'm burning is your attire

I heard ear shattering noises on the stairs…. Rihanna was beating up on the speakers on full volume, and I knew already why she was listening to this absurd revenge song, I knocked at the door and waited…. No response!, I knocked again… no response! I got worried and knocked a bit harder but she didn’t reply. Wese to Veronica was a mentally sound girl but she was pretty impulsive as well, kahieen kuch….. oh shittt! I started knocking and banging the door.

“Veronica!.... open the door….”

“Open the door or am gonna break it okay!...” no response, I seriously got tensed up and decided to break it… I stepped back and right when I was about to hit the damn door, it burst open and her drenched face appeared with that bloody loud music. She left the door open and turned back.

“Veronica! Are you mad/ why aren't you opening the damn door? I thought you did something with yourself…. And for the love of God stop this garbage” I was really angry at her, I turned and switched the stereo off.

“Kia hea?... switch it on” She stood up from the bed and headed towards the stereo when I grabbed her from her waist and pushed her back on the bed, I sat with her. She looked dull…

“Talk to me… ise baad mein sunti rehna, what happened?” I asked looking at her face, her eyes were puffed up and sowollen

“That bloody Ronie…. I so hate him, Hussain he was cheating on me” She said and started crying like a 2 year old, putting her head on my shoulder and grabbing my shirt’s colar from one hand. I tried hard to control my grin, I knew she would kill me…

“Kon Ronie?” I asked and she atonce looked up at my face.

“Idiot! My boy friend!... in fact now my ex” She said and rolled her eyes, I couldn’t believe she could do that in this situation.

“For last so many months I have been warning you for your every next boyfriend, but you never listen to anybody Veronica!” I said, getting up from the bed

“Don’t scold me okay!” she pointed a finger at me and I chuckled at her.

“Okay chalo, forget him…. He was a jerk as like many of your exes you know. So just chill and forget about him. In fact meri mano or ub se boy friend banana he nai” I said and she suddenly got up from the bed and headed towards me, Oh God!

“I can survive without Oxygen but can not survive without boy friends and you know this Hussain Asif” she said popping her eyes out.

“Yeah! I know…. Chalo phir koi or dhoondte hen tumhare liye, hey! What about Dhanush?buht aage peeche hota hea tumhare” I winked at her.

“Who?wo silver screen wala Tamil? No way Hussain, have you ever talked to him? Aesa lagta hea bhagwaan ne use insaan ki zaban ki jaga mendak ki zaban di hea…….. itniii lambi! Ufff” She was back to her normal version I guess.

“Yeah I Can understand ub do logo mein kisi ek ki he lambi zabaan ho to chalta hea…..” I said and she glared at me, I started laughing.

“pervert!” she mouthed.

“wese, what did Ronie do?” I asked and she again made a terrible face.

“Paris mein chaker chala raha tha  for such a long time and I didn’t know anything, ooper se jab mein ne poocha to kehta hea even you have affair with Hussain, so why can not I have another relation? Jerk! Ulloo ka patha!” she said fisting her hands and seriously my eyes got all wide on her response.

“Affair?... me and you?” I said dramatically and laughed the hell out of me, while Veronica kept on staring me angrily.

“Shuttupp….. !! That Ronie doesn’t know na,that how full of yourself you are…. Tumhen piyar shiyar hona he nai beta! boring and dry” She rolled her eyes.

“Jab Hussain ko piyar ho ga na to poori duniya dekhe gi Veronica Sherma!...chup chupa k nai kerna mein ne piyar” I boasted and she sticked out her tongue at me.

“Han han you will announce on all india radio about that”

“Why not? Wo bhi ker den ge” I smacked her head and she started rubbing making a face.

“or ye ghar ka kia hasher kiya hea? Idiot. Chalo clean the mess” I said looking at the messed up room.

“seriously Hussain, you have never fallen in love?or you are just kidding around?” she asked, we were now in the hall and I was helping her in cleaning the shitt she created in her hall.

“nopes!” I simply said.

“hm! And nobody loved you ever? like may be you haven’t fallen for anyone but there was someone who just fell for you…some crazy fan even” My hands stopped in the middle, I looked at her face and the slowly put the cushion back on the couch.

I just smiled and didn’t feel like replyimg, dunno why Mannat came to my mind on Veronica’s question. I shook her thoughts away.

“hey! I had to tell you something, Pallavi and I met today. She told me that she is directing Ambani’s next movie and … she wants me to work in that” I told her and she looked at me like a total idiot.

“Seriously? Wow! Hussain, it is such a good news” she jumped towards me and hugged the hell out of me….. She is such a dumbhead at times, I patted her back while chuckling at her childness.

“oye khotiya, khotey vergi shakal kun lai vi hea?you should be happy” she slapped my arm and I laughed out a loud….. her words reminded me of Shehry.

“You know what, your Panjabi reminds me of Shehry a lot!” I said and she smiled.

“Oh! That hot brother of yours?” She smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“haha yeah! per wo hottie ub paraya hone ja raha hea” I reminded her and she made a sad face.

“Yeah! thora pehle milte na tum…. To abhi bhabi hoti mein tumhari” She joked and I laughed a loud, so does she.

“you are such a thing Veronica!....

“Acha but seriously Hussain… this is a great news… am so very happy for you.” She genuinely smiled at me and I smiled back.

I stayed there for some more time and then I headed back for my apartment, it was evening when I reached home… feeling hell tired, I checked my mail and started reading the script… It took me a couple of hours to finish reading. At the end I was pretty happy with the story line it seemed promising. I mailed her back with a YES.

A couple of weeks later we had a fashion show and I was really looking forward for that because it was the first time I was going to do bridal…. My days and nights became jam packed with work, work load was getting more and more… Mukesh’s movie “Tere Ishq mein” in which I was casted opposite Nikita Ambani, Mukesh’s daughter, was supposed to get started next year so I had pretty much time to focus on things currently going on. The most important issue I had there was Angad, the man who just couldn’t get my single success… constantly tried to defame me in every way. Kuch nai to apni girl friend ko mere peeche laga diya… that Sheetal, the most irritating girl I have ever seen in this world. Veronica was right about her; a girl with low self esteem…..

“You just ignore him Hussain! All these small fights are very common in showbiz, even they have their own importance” Anuragh told me once, when I discussed Angad with him

“But he is getting on my nerves now, and frankly speaking, am not a person of hight tolerance level, Anuragh!” I was seriously crossed that day.

“and hey! You please send him to Paris for the show, am not going. Or else he would blame me for this as well… that I took his chance” I said, rolling my eyes and Anuragh laughed.

“don’t worry Hussain, for you I have an other assignment, you are already not attending Paris Show” he patted my back and I looked at him questioningly.

“What is that?” I asked

“Well, lenna and her whole team has a walk out in New York next month…they have a show merged with Loreal  and I think from my team you should attend.” He told me and the name of NewYork brought smile on my face. Newyork means HOME…….Ahhhh!

“That would be perfect”I beamed at him and he smiled knowingly.

“Hey! Hussain, come on dude you have only 10 minutes, go get changed and am sending the make up to your room…. Remember! 10 minutes” it was pallavi Deewan’s bridal couture, and I was the show stopper in that. Just a couple of minutes back I had walked on the ramp for Anurag he launched his bridal collection for 2017, it was his debute collection on bridal side but it went awesome.

“I stepped into the cubical and put off my dress, I looked at my reflection in the mirror… a 26 years old model, my journey towards star had started finally. I changed into a heavy embellished sherwaani, it was dark grey with heavy embroidery on it. I came out and was setting my cuffs when I heard a knock on the door…..

“Hey handsome! Wow…. looking too hot man, I think we need a fire extinguisher” she entered and started gawking at me, I chuckled at her expressions she was always the crazy types, Veronica Sherma….

“Tell me something I don’t know baby” I winked at her and she acted like fainting

My make up man entered the room and asked me to take the seat in front of the huge mirror.

“well, in that case….. only if you know about all that Sheetal crap” she said, coming closer to me and I looked at her narrowing my eyes

“No, I don’t know and don’t wanna know either, kon sheetal?” I looked back at the mirror and asked

“chal chal, drame mat laga ub. You know kon sheetal…. That bandra babe, all dying for you” she winked at me and I rolled my eyes. The makeup man started my touch up

“Am seriously not interested Veronica, and you know this” I said, looking at my watch…. 5 minutes to go

“hmm, I know but just be careful…. I so know her she is a psycho Hussain. Pata nai kia kia kehti phir rai hea wo” she said, making a face and I looked at her questioningly

“woi yar, all that love crap, I have heard that she claims k Hussain is in love with her, and in Manish’s fashion week…. She even said that on air and it all was telecasted on the channels. You haven’t seen or heard that?” she looked closely at me.

“Yeah! have heard that but I don’t care, is tara ki baten to hoti rehti hen…. I just don’t want my name to be plastered with her, she irritates me man!!” I don’t know why some girls have no self esteem.

“Sir, you are ready” the make up  man who was bent on my face, stood straight and  said. I also got up and turned to face Veronica

“lag raha hea barat lene ja rae ho……sheetal ki” she joked and I grabbed her ponytail in my hand

“Oooow….hey! leave my hair, you arrogant git…. oooow” she started yelling and I put a finger in my ear narrowing my eyes

“Shuutttup girl, you are such a drama queen, honestly” I looked at her, she was adjusting her pony tail now .

“And am not at all arrogant, okay!” I said pointing at finger at her, we came out of the room and I was heading towards the Green room.

“Haha yes you are, pata nai kon larki likhi hogi tumhare liye bhagwaan ne…and I wonder wo tumhen berdasht kese kare gi” Veronica said dramatically looking above and I chuckled at her.

It was the end of the show the models had walked on the ramp and it was my turn,I stepped inside the green room and saw Anurag was talking to Leena, I was supposed to wal with a co model, Leena Gupta. She wore a pretty plum and purple lehnga heavily embellished….

“hey! Come on Hussain, time to claim the ramp” Pallavi patted my shoulder and I along with Leena headed towards the Ramp.

we stepped on the ramp, barefooted. It was pallavi’s idea for her bridal collection… that all the models will walk bare footed with a deep drawn ghoonghat on their faces…I meant female models.

We walked together, leena was having a veil on her face but still she was walking pretty confidently, so was I. we have practised a lot together before the day. We were at the mid of the ramp, I could see appreciation on many faces, photographers taking snaps of every step we took… we stopped at the edge of the ramp and Leena helf her ghoonghat in her hands picking it up slightly… then again we turned and walked back.

We stepped backstage and I could here the claps, the applause… I was so used to of all that in past one year. After a couple of minutes pallavi’s name announced and she along with me and leena at either sides, walked on the ramp…. I and Leena were clapping with the audience while pallavi was bowing down in a gesture of receiving the appreciation.

MANNAT’S POV

NEWYORK, 2017

He was looking all breathtaking in that desi sherwaani, I was watching the Indian fashion week that I had recorded on my dish tv… and I was watching Hussain’s walk for like hundredth of time. I couldn’t get exhausted gawking him and watching him walking on that ramp. He has become just too handsome, it is a quality so rare in people that with every passing day they become more dashing, more handsome and much more sexy and Hussain has definitely got that quality. I was completely smitten by him, whenever I saw him walking on the ramp I feel like going and and holding his hand and walking with him….. aaah! I wish I could.

“ufff!!! He is hot girl” Hammad came and fell on the couch with me, I looked at him awkwardly, he was gawking at the screen.

“Don’t look at him like this” I stood up put my hands on my waist, and stood in front of him, blocking the view

“ch! Come on Mannat get a side, what a man he is yar…qasmey! he is too good” he said.

“are you gay?” I asked quite seriously

“What am feeling right now for this man….. tells me something the same” he narrowed his eyes, he was such a pervert.. he knew how to irritate me.

“oh! I see, so should I be telling this to Selena?” I said, playfully and he suddenly got up.

“what?....why Selena?” he asked and I chuckled at his expressions.

“zahir hea, you just discovered the hidden truth about yourself.. to we should inform Seleena, she cant get married to a gay… don t worry she will understand your love for hussain” I rolled my eyes and he at once looked worried.

“oye kon hussain? Mein to janta bhi nai kisi Hussain ko… bharr mein gaya meri taraf se.” he said and I laughed at his expressions.

“You are such a pervert hammad, jao maaf kia… stay happy with Seleena” I said, looking back at the tv screen

“Han bhai, tum raho apna Hussain apne pass…. Mere liye only Seleena” he sai and sat back on the couch.

 Apna hussain!!! Mera hussain? Nai, he can’t be mine.. this was the fact I was completely aware of. I shook my head and changed the channel. 

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