Chapter 2

Tia

@Tiaraa

"kitna aasaan hai tumhare liye simran. Bus ek tufan or hath chorkar ja rahi ho." A man in black sherwani confronted a beautiful girl in red attire. He holds her hand and drags her to the middle of the stage with anger and pain in his eyes. His possessiveness could be easily witnessed through the red line appeared on her wrist, due to his strong grip over her wrist.

"I am sorry..."she whispered sadly as tears dripped down her chin. She looked at him with pain and tears as she could see the amount of efforts he is been using just to control himself from breaking down.

"Please...just please" he begged this time no demand, no order just request. The tears in his eyes made a trail down his neck and disappeared inside the collar of his shirt.

"I won't live without you." He said as he stammered on his words, attempting to say it correctly with lips quivering in tension.

Simran simply nods her head in no as she looks at her east, where her family is sitting with guest and all looks excited.

"It's too late...kabir" she sighed looking at the door as she swayed her hand to get out of his grip.

"NO!" he yelled loud enough to catch attention of anyone passing by. He caught her hand and pulled her for an intimate deep hug.

"You are not going there. They will steal away you from me. I love you please. I beg."He took a breath as his body gave u.

"I love you ...do you get that simmy...I love you!" with that he collapsed on floor taking her with him.Never letting her GO. GRIP!

For a minute everything turned in to pin drop silence all could be heard was little sniff and weep across the wall.

"AND CUT IT!" yelled a man standing with crew in the middle of the set. While suddenly the darkness in the room turned bright as the spotlight switched in to regular bulbs.

The camera man sighed sadly as he blinked his eyes to get out of the emotions.

"Wow sir what a shot!" director came towards Asad and gave him a tight hug, patting his back in a reward.

"Excellent acting sir" camera man praised him from where he is sitting.

While the actress Sara shook her hand with Asad and clapped for his incredible acting.

"What a shot sir!" she praised in awe!

With that everyone on the set started clapping and praising Asad for his wonderful acting. His fans that came over to visit him too stood in proud and clapped along with some complements.

"That's what our superstar is!" one of the young beautiful fan yelled from the corner.

Asad smiled to all and mouthed a thank you looking in everyone's direction. He grinned from ear to ear as his female fans started to whistle for him.

He called his boy on set for refreshments and soon he was all set to give interviews and meet his fan followings on set.

Must say; It's not an easy task to handle all crazy little girl fangirling on his every move .But I guess it's come hand in hand with the tag superstar. He is a superstar of silver screen. No one can match him in acting, nor in his personality. Fans are really crazy for him; any word from his mouth is a command for ladies. People across the world pray to meet him someday. His fandom have reached across the world with his ongoing show "Nasamajh DIL" Where his pair with simran a.k.a Sara has become the craze amongst youngster. Asad is not a newbie; he has been very much in industry from a long time. Majority of awards in year are always on his name. He is 30 and have accomplished with two blockbuster projects "tamanna" and "wada raha" where he had got a popular award back to back for three years. Tamanna' has been youth oriented and his success actually started from there. This show gave him a lot of Name, Fame and in one night he became SUPERSTAR!'

"Ok Asad next shoot starts by 20 minutes." A lady with a smart personality signaled asad from other side of the set.

"Yup, I get it!" Asad yelled showing his thumb in air. He turned his head back to on the book where he was signing his autograph. He handed the book back to the teen who is literally drooling over him. Her eyes didn't left his face even for once as she smiled sweetly at him.

"Can I have a click with you please sir?" she requested him with a hope in her eyes.

Although he was really tired but still his principle did not allow him to disappoint his fans. So he smiled warmly at her before offering her to hug him. The girl cheeks turned crimson in tone when she felt his warmth against him.

After posing for few more fans finally he was free for few hours.

"Asad?" he heard assistant director calling him.

"you know that there is new track commencing in this show. So to convince people channel and authorities have planned for a live interview of simran and kabir." She bites her lips in nervousness as she felt his aura overpowering her.

Asad looked at the pretty lady and nodded his head in yes without asking any questions.

She turned with a content smile as she was expecting some tantrums from his side, may something along with lines I have already worked double shift and so I need some rest' or maybe we can post pone it tomorrow.' anything but not yes, she felt surprise by his dedication towards his work. Everybody on the set was impressed by him as he never showed any irresponsiveness and laziness with the work assigned to him. He never complained, not even once.

Asad signaled Imraan and Prasad that he is going to his vanity van, before last time checking up his schedule for today. Prasad quickly brought his script to him which he readily took it reciting its lines for next shoot.

Asad opened the van tired yet focused with the piece of paper in hand as he stepped inside the van.

"Surprise!" he heard Nuzhat (his assistant) squealing at him, his eyes darted towards her angle and soon his smile washed away.

"Miss Farooqui" he took her name out as if talking about some bitter vegetable.

"Yes Mr. Khan" she replied, slapping a fake smile on face. Asad huffed in annoyance as , the only last thing he wanted to see for the day was her. No, not because of her appearance. She is really sweet, intelligent and more than require beautiful. I mean really beautiful. Too hot to handle in Asad's description, but the only things which made him run away from her was her unnecessary hatred towards him. She simply disliked him, don't know why but for strange reason the way she behaved with the rest of the crew was different from the way she behaved with him. She behaved rude at times and always taunts him for being a superstar. It won't be a complete lie that in their first meet sparks could be witnessed in their eyes; there was sudden surge of passion in those eyes. Asad thought to take this meet for next level, he was that much attracted towards her beauty but the next moment ruined it all. She came to know he is the superstar she came for the interview and the innocent and sweet expression she holds turned in to cactus.' A thorny sharpie and pokey cactus' asad thought in his mind before occupying a seat beside her.

Nazma giggled on his situation as she very much knew how much fun it is when they are together. She thought something and decided to leave them alone while she quietly escaped without letting them know.

The shutting of the door reminded asad that he was sitting with the person who simply hates him. However he noticed Nazma exit from the van but he was too lost in her eyes to say anything.

"ap..ap ka kaise ana hua?" he asked trying to be sweet.

"apka intezaar kar rahi thi; interview lena hai na. Per ap itne mashruf the ke crew ne bataya nai hoga? Nai, Mr. Superstar" she asked with an annoying mocking tone.

Asad rolled his eyes on her attitude not again." He murmured to himself.

Asad chuckled as he dialed up a number and ordered for an orange juice and snack in his van.

"Didn't even bother to ask me. Hun!" she cursed him under her breathe.

The distance between them was too low to keep the word as secret, he smirked on her cursing.

"To interview start kare?" he asked positive drinking water from close table.

"Yeah, sure "zoya again gave him a stupid mean expression. Why can't you behave normal with me for once?' asad found asking himself but was too afraid to ask her on her face.

He shifted in his place a little and zoya involuntarily backed off on her seat.

sorry' asad whispered by clearing his throat.

"ok mr asad...now tell me about your experience with this show?" and questions like this started to appear from one end to other. He tried to be as calm as possible but with her it was impossible to be sane in one roof. By the time the interview ended both had a frowning expression on their faces while their eyes were rotating on every corner of van but each other.

Finally all questions ended with a good note, few were answered honestly other were responded by witty and spontaneous take, and few of them were handled with diplomacy by him. She noted down each and every line on the paper and taped the recorder to stop recording their chat.

The van again slipped in to pin drop silence as the only thing could be heard now was her heart beats which god knows why were running on high speed. It's due to the weather she explained herself.

Asad shifter his glance on her and quickly looked on other side as he dint wanted to be caught by the only person WHO HATES HER (please note the sarcasm)

"Ok Mr Khan. That was it for today. I shall take a leave now" zoya said with a beautiful smile as she tried to get up on her heels.

"Ok Miss Farooqui-"before he would complete his sentence, she already was on her running shoe to escape from his den, I mean van. Asad sighed again softly as in he still hoped for the change, at least for today but no she was still rude.

As she was about to open the door, someone on other side pulled it to his side making her off balance and she slipped towards floor coz of off balance with heels.

She thought for a minute of a pitcher of hero being lifting her before fall, but nothing like that happened. She landed on her hips and shrieked in pain.

Asad really ran towards her to catch her before fall but then it struck him about the incidence in past where he was in similar situation with her and she freaked out becoz he had touched her. I mean seriously?

"ap theek to hai? He asked worried yet dint helped her to get up.

"hmm..." she nodded partially in agreement partially in embarrassment to fall in front of two male's.

Zoya tried to get up when she saw a hand hanging above her head, her eyes darted towards the the hand , it was him offering help. "Let me help you?!" he asked more like saying.

Zoya refused to take his hand and shifted herself up of the floor with a soft shriek as her hips really hurt this time. "Did not help me before from falling, now what's the use to show sympathy?" she complained in her thoughts.

Zoya dusted her jeans off dirt before banging the door behind him for exit.

"sorry bhaijaan. Maine dekha nai tha" spot boy apologized in fear with his head down.

Asad hummed him as his eyes were focused on zoya who was probably fuming with anger, and he knew she would blame him again for this accident, which was so true. He mentally palmed his face before turning his attention towards the poor spot boy who stood frozen afraid of him and expecting some kind of shouting from him.

Asad smiled at the boy and patted his shoulder with right hand before whispering It's ok, no problem' to him; "ye juice or ye snack madam ko de au. Jo abhi yaha se gai..unhe" asad said looking at the door.

"per wo to ja chuki hogi" spot boy said with scrunch eye brows.

Asad chuckled before answering " nai gai hai wo, bahar baithi hongi...mujhe koste hue" the end line was so soft to be only heard by him.

Spot boy left the van following the path where Asad told him zoya would be sitting and surprisingly he spotted her in the same place doing the same activity was said by asad. She was cursing him for her fall!

Zoya was surprised to see a plate of fresh fruits and a orange juice sitting in front of her on a blue chair. She looked up to the man who got them.

"thanks bhaiya.ye sab ke liye." Zoya said smiling at him.

"thanks mujhe nai madamji Asad sir ka kijiye, unhone bheja hai." Spot boy said happily pointing towards the van in Far East.

Zoya kept looking at the van with a confusion written all over her face as her hands moved towards the juice and fruits to feast on.

khane se kaise dushmani , zoya!" she explained herself for the act. The spot boy chuckled before slipping a hand in his front shirt pocket.

"ye kya hai?" zoya asked with widen eyes.

"pain killer and balm sir ne kaha hai apkjo dene ke liye" spot boy said with a small smile.

"mujh... mujhe nai chahiye. Keh do apne sir ko" zoya pouted reminding her that he didn't help her.

The spot boy chuckled before keeping the Medicare on the chair beside her "maine de diya, ab apko nai chahiye to lauta dijiye sir ko , khud he" with that he left from her sight.

Zoya kept looking at the juice and the pain killer before calculating something in inner mind. As if she came to a certain conclusion she quickly tore a pill from the packed and gulped it in with the juice. She opened the balm and took some gel on her fingers before rubbing it to her ankle. She felt much better as her pain slowly subsided. A blissful smile appeared on her face as she ate the rest of the meal on plate without noticing that asad have been watching her all the time since the spot boy said about her refusing to accept any medical help.

Zoya settled for sometime on seat itself resting her ankle coated with balm . For time pass she called up a boy passing her to get her newspaper to read.

She whispered a sweet thankyou! Before taking the newspaper from him. She opened the first page and read the headlines in dark black.

"One more Actor shown the door by XYZ channel on the basis of unprofessionalism"

She read the complete article in one go as she reminded herself one of the many reason of not liking any super star. "Result of their over smartness" she commented before closing the paper.

"jitney kadam kamyabi ki taraf badhte hai, utne dimag in stars ke ghutno me utar ate hai" she again added looking at the van.

Zoya finally felt some relief before exiting from the xyz channel sets for the day.

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