If heaven had a postal address, it would be Rivaan Kapoor’s house.
A mansion so massive, it could fit an entire five-star hotel inside it. The driveway itself looked like a luxury car showroom Range Rovers, Porsches, a sleek black Rolls-Royce, all lined up like obedient soldiers. The lawns were trimmed so precisely, even the grass blades looked like they had auditioned for their role.
Inside, the chaos had already begun.
The house helps moved in synchronized perfection, dressed in crisp black-and-white uniforms. Not a speck of dust dared to exist here.
In the grand living room larger than a cinema hall directors, producers, and managers sat like students waiting outside a principal’s office. Some nervously flipping through their scripts, some adjusting their ties, all waiting for a mee
