Chapter 1

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Lights, Cameras, The Press. This was what the supermodels had to live through. Evreyday of their lives, the same routine. Photshoots. The same went for the recent winner of Gladrags Supermodel Hunt Contest winner, Kripa Sharma. It was rare for a 23 year old to reach the pinacles of success but Kripa Sharma had proved those stereotypes wrong. Not only had she won the contest, she had also impressed tens of famous designers and fashion comanies. And today, three years later, no one was as famous as Kripa Sharma. She had attitude, she had class, she had style. She had everything a supermodel needed.

Anyone who saw her on TV or in magazines would say she was the perfect woman. A woman that any man would want. But no one knew what Kripa Sharma was really like. She was arrogant, insensitive, uncaring, and to top it all of, a rebel. It wasnt unusual of her to break the norms, to create controversies, to create scandals. Her various relationships had always made her "Top News" and her attitude had earned her a lot of enemies in the fashion world already. This was supermodel Kripa Sharma. The ambitious. The snob. The Kripa Sharma.

Like always, she woke up at 8 in the morning and started on her daily work-outs which consisted of 30 minutes of running and then 30 minutes with her personal trainer, Rocky.

"Hello Kripa." She looked up from her weight training schedule and saw her trainer, late, again. "Rocky? What the hell man? Youre exactly 23 minutes late." She smiled sarcastically. He walked towards her and got on his knees. "I'm really sorry Kripa. I just had something really important to do. The thing is that my girlfriend is.."

"Um Rocky, its none of my business. I just need to finish my work-out now. And since there's 7.." She looked at her watch. "Actually 6 minutes remaining to the schedule, I wont be needing you for today. So you can leave!" She continued with her weight training as Rocky just stood there, completely annoyed. "Fine. I'll come back tomorrow. On time." He started to leave. "No. I'll call you today to tell you if you still have the job."

Angry now, he turned around and walked back to her. "What? Come on Kripa. I need this job." She still kept going on with her work-out. "And I care because?"

"Oh please, be human Kripa. I cant afford to lose this job." Annoyed, Kripa stopped her work-out and looked him straight in the eye. "Look Rocky, you've been my trainer for 6 months now. And you have been late to more than half our schedules. Now, I'm nice so I'm not gonna fire you.." He smiled. "Yet." He frowned again. "Look, I told you, I'll think about it. I'll call you okay?" She got back to her work-out.

"But Kripa. You never let me explain why I'm late."

"And thats because I dont care Rocky. Your life and your problems are not gonna effect my life." She got up and wiped her face with a towel. "So, if you can please leave now? I have a photo shoot to go to." He signed and nodded. Picking up his bag, he started for the door but stopped and turned around to look at her. "Call me!"

"Oh my god! Just leave!" She threw her bottle of water on the door and he walked away, angry. "I hate these kind of people!" She stomped her feet on the floor and went to get ready for her photoshoot.

"Ok great! Yeah hold it Kripa! 1 2 3! Perfect" Kripa got up and walked to her dressing room to change after her first session of the photoshoot was over. Now, it was time for the second.

She opened the door and suddenly smiled. "Sid!" She jumped on him. "Hey baby. How was your shoot?" She got off him and fixed her skirt. "It was okay. Nothing special"

She sat in front of the mirror and started taking her earrings off. "But you really wanted this assignment didnt you?" He put his arms around her neck and then kissed her ear. "I was excited about it but it turned out to be such a bore. Gosh! I hate boring things."

"uhuh." Sid continued kissing her ear and then her neck. That was Sid. Siddharth Chopra. Kripa Sharma's boyfriend who had come into the limelight just because he was her boyfriend. Before he had met her, he was just a small time photographer who used to assist the senior photographer at Kripa's previous shoot, 2 months ago. They had been going out for more than a month now and Sid had gained relatively enough fame just because he was Kripa's eye candy.

"Sid," She turned her revolving chair and faced him. "I hope you remember that party we have to go to tonight. Its awefully important to my career. I mean, its The Party of the year and all the famous designers are gonna be there. And I have to go."

"You can go, Kripa. I have to go settle some matters." Angry, she got up. "What? NO way. I'm not about to walk into this grand party with no date. You have to go Sid. And theres no excuse."

"Kripa come on. I have things to do. I cant go to these parties everyday!" She tried hard to control her anger. "Look Sid, the only reason you have these new assignments is because you're with me. So you better come to that party or else.."

"Or else what?" She swallowed her temper and held his hand. "Look, Sid. I dont wanna spoil my mood before my photoshoot. I hope you understand what I'm feeling right now." She smiled and quickly kissed him. When she left, Sid waited for a second before he slammed his hand on the mirror. This wasnt anything new. This was Kripa Sharma. She was dominant, controlling, hot-tempered, and mean. That was what she was he thought. This cold-hearted b****. He smiled thinking about it. Few more weeks Kripa, he thought, before he would be a self-sufficient man who would have an established career. After that, she could go to hell. But for today, he had to go to that party with her.

The crowds cheered her name when she got out of her huge limo. She had her arm wrapped around Sid as they walked onto the red carpet for the party. The media gathered around her, almost separating her from Sid, but she held on tight. She was all smiles for the night as the world was looking at her.

"Kripa!" She heard her name all over the place as she stood in front of the cameras and the press. "Kripa, tell us about your current assignment with photographer Anurag Das?"

"Oh, Anurag is a wonderful photographer. I'm having so much fun working with him that I have no words."

"So you would like to work with him again?"

"Oh. Ofcourse. Ofcourse. Any day." Sid smiled sarcastically at her answers. Just a few hours ago, she had told him how boring this assignment was. This is how celebrities were. Fake. Liars. Artificial. He smirked and sighed as the press continued with their questions. "Is it true that you two are engaged?"

She looked at Sid and smiled. "Um..no, we're not engaged. But you never know."

"So when do you plan on proposing to her Sid?" He answered with a smile. "You'll know when I do." Kripa politely excused herself from the press and then walked with Sid into the grand party.

She walked in through the door and all eyes turned towards her. She was drop-dead gorgeous after all. All the men envied Sid and all the woman were jealous of Kripa. She looked truly beautiful today. She was wearing this champagne-gold strapless dress that ran all the way to her feet. There was a slit on the side of her dress so her gorgeous long legs that were perfectly tanned to match her dress.

"Hey Kripa!" She smiled as she heard her name roaring among the crowd again. This is where she always wanted to be, she thought. A place where when she would walk into a room, the only name people would utter is hers, the only face they would see is hers, the only person they would want to talk to is her. And here she was, the place where she always dreamt of being. The pinacle of her success.

"And I also recently signed a contract for Loreal and Olay. So I'm looking forward to working on those projects. Also I just.." She was talking to one of the major cosmetic company owner when someone interrupted her. "Kripa?" She turned around and saw a familiar face. "Sarah?" She turned to the person she was talking to earlier. "Excuse me please." She smiled and turned back to face Sarah. "Hey hun.." She kissed her cheek and then held her hands. "Hey wats up girl? I havent seen you for so long! How was your trip to Paris?"

"It was great. I met some wonderful people and they were asking about you."

"Really?"

"Yes! They wanted Kripa Sharma. Back on the ramp!" Kripa frowned and sighed. "No. I just cant do the runway crap. I have way too many assignments lined up and.."

"Oh come on Kripa. Its not just any designer. Its a French designer who wants to launch their designs in India and they want the best to show it off. And youre the best Kripa!" Sarah always knew how to persuade Kripa. All she had to do was say some good things about her. "Okay Sarah. I'll think about it. Give me a day or two!"

"Yea sure. Oh I need you to meet someone!"

"Meet someone? Who?" Sarah took Kripa's hand and started to walk in the opposite direction. "Its a guy. Really hot. I think you'll love him!" Kripa suddenly stopped. "Sarah? I have a boyfriend and I cant cheat on him!" Sarah stared at Kripa for a few seconds and then both of them started to laugh. Boyfriend? Since when did Kripa care about her boyfriend. It wasnt as if she loved him or something. This was all just a part of her profession.

"Ok so who is this guy?"

"He's a model. Just won Mr. World!" Kripa was all smiles when she heard this. "Really? Do I know him?"

"Most definitely not hun. I know you dont watch TV or read the news. So I must introduce you to the hottest item on the ramp." They kept walking towards this young man and Sarah suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Meet him, this is Mr. World. Angad Khanna! and Angad, this is.."

"Ms. Kripa Sharma. Long time no see!" Kripa just stood there, completely shocked. What was he doing here? She was appalled. She looked him up and down and smiled. He is hot, she thought. Sarah was right. The hottest item on the ramp. "Hi Angad." This was going to be fun.