Part 2
The studio air was thick with tension, the kind that clings to your skin and makes your breath shallow. Vanya Kapoor stood rooted, her fingers tightening around the handle of her tiffin box. The assistant director had just informed her that the cameo actress required her hairstyling services. She approached the green room, her footsteps echoing in the corridor, each step a drumbeat of impending confrontation.
Inside, Rivaan Kapoor leaned casually against the vanity, his smirk as sharp as the crease in his designer suit. The woman beside him turned, and Vanya's heart sank. Kohina. The name tasted bitter on her tongue.
"Ah, Vanya," Rivaan drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your client awaits." He gestured towards Kohina with a mock bow. "All yours. Enjoy." He exited, leavi
