Chapter 2
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"Is SRP ready or not? It's 12 and we haven't taken a single shot? What the f**k is going on here? Koi batayega mujhe!!" Yelled director Karan Malik.
"I'll just go check Sir" replied a husky male voice.
"To phir jao naa! Mere sar pe mat mandrao yaar. Or should I drag my own ass to the heroine's make up room now? Morons!" KM roared at his fourth assistant director Swayam Shekhawat.
"Right Sir," Swayam sped away.
"I'm working with a bunch of worthless idiots!" KM was still shouting.
Swayam stood in front of the white door and took a deep breath. He knocked. There was no response. He knocked again.
"Come in!"
Swayam tried to assess her mood from her voice before venturing in.
"Urmm... the shot is ready."
Sharon was busy whatsapping, with pink rollers clipped in her hair- her gaze was transfixed on her iPhone.
"The shot is ready actually." Swayam spoke again after 5 seconds.
"Uh huh!"
She didn't look up.
Swayam quickly exchanged looks with the hair-dresser who stood behind Sharon, equally baffled. He knew he had to take charge- he was perhaps the juniormost person in the whole unit in terms of experience, but he was an assistant to the director, a member of the directorial unit. He was supposed to know how to handle any kind of situation, no matter how severe the calamity was.
"So... you have to come... with me... since the shot is ready."
"My coffee is cold." She looked up this time.
"Huh!" Swayam was caught off guard by the sudden change of topic.
"My coffee," Sharon pointed to the coffee mug on the dressing table. "I don't know why it's cold. I had asked for a hot cup of coffee if I remember."
"That's probably because it was given one hour ago. So it's cold now."
Swayam was impatient. His director was ready to kill him and the delay of each second could cost him his life, his job at least, and papa's princess here wants more coffee!
"I didn't get that..?" Sharon gave a stern smile raising her left eyebrow. It meant TROUBLE. The hair-dresser, Tanu was on the verge of a nervous breakdown now, and her horrified expressions were making Swayam all the more nervous than he already was. Shit! Had he uttered the wrong things again? But what else was he supposed to say? They didn't teach that in film school.
"Send my coffee to the floor." Sharon stood up and started removing the rollers from her hair. Tanu offered to help but Sharon gestured her to stop.
"And listen prettyboy, you told me the shot is ready. Now if I find those light guys scurrying around while I'm asked to wait, you won't get your shot today." Her hazel eyes didn't have the usual fire in them. Instead they were cold and stony, which told Swayam that he has to walk a tightrope all day.
Sharon RaiPrakash rushed out of the room with the hair-dresser running after her. A tremendously puzzled Swayam followed her out.
2
Kriya was typing away fiercely as her collegue Suhana bitched about her in-laws to her. Suhana was 26, married, and had somehow drawn the conclusion that since she was married and had a set of in-laws, she was the only one allowed to talk about her share of problems. Kriya tried to pass the message more than once that she wasn't interested one bit, but subtlety wasn't something that could get Suhana's attention. Hence, Kriya decided it was best to let her be. So now she was writing an article on the bitchiness inside the house of Bigg Boss while sub-editing another one, at the same time keeping an eye on twitter if there were any updates from Reyaansh Singhania and listening to her collegue's woes! She wanted to bitchslap the guy who first declared that reporters needed to be multi-taskers.
"Kriya...!" Editor of Daily Herald, Malini Deshmukh called Kriya into her cabin, otherwise known as the glasshouse among the employees, as it was surrounded by glass walls on all sides.
Anish, who was on the sports column, peeked from his cubicle and whispered, "best of luck" to her.
"Yes Malini..." Kriya rushed.
"Malini I've already filed the hair transplant story and I'm filing the one on Bigg Boss. It'll be done in a jiffy," said Kriya in one breath.
"Kriya!" sighed Malini. "You know you're promising, driven, you write well too, but you need to be a go-getter honey."
Kriya was devastated. What had she done now?
"Listen Kriya," Malini continued as she checked the trending youtube videos on her Mac, "hair transplant story won't make a difference to our readers, people will still be bald; and everyone knows Bigg Boss is full of bitches- it's on the seventh season for f**k's sake. I need something immediate, hot, trending. And you know what's trending? This!" She pointed to the screen of her desktop. It was an amateur video capture of Reyaansh Singhania performing live in the UK, which already had some 3 million hits.
"We need this guy Kriya."
"Yeah I'm trying Malini... but.."
"But you've been trying for the past two weeks. Where is Reyaansh Singhania Kriya? Where is my story? You couldn't get through to him on the phone! We just need one statement from him. Now if it's too much for you then I'll allot the story to somebody else on the team."
"No. No Malini. I'll get you Reyaansh Singhania. This is my story. I'll do it." Kriya was firm.
"Good. Find him. Stalk him. Hunt him down."
Kriya returned to her desk and tried Reyaansh's publicists's number for the umpteenth time. It was the same response. "He's unavailable now." Kriya hung up in frustration and decided to watch the trending video. The man sure knows his moves, she thought. She had a thing for men who could dance well, but not for jerks like Reyaansh Singhania- rich, spoilt, arrogant! She knew she was being prejudiced but she had no respect for those who got everything in inheritance, even their careers. Life is so easy for these people, while people like her and Swayam, have to struggle, bear with insults, inspite of being hardworking, sincere, competent!
"I will hunt you down Reyaansh Singhania!"- Kriya said looking at the monitor. Suddenly something struck her, and she realised she knew exactly what to do.
Edited by -bLEu98- - 11 years ago
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