AsYa SS~ Beautiful Scars~ Chapter 3 Pg 22 up*5July14 - Page 15

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Chapter 3

"Asad ...the Asad Ahmed Khan ...wants to produce a film...man this is next levels sh*t...how did this happen?" Sameer raced his words in sheer excitement as Asad told him about his plans. He had to chuckle at Sameer's bursting excitement.

"Bano mat... you know me and my hobbies..."

"Of course when money floats out of one's pocket these hobbies are bound to be instinctive.."

Asad rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers on his tablet. Sameer scrutinized him for a while.

"Waise..if your expressions weren't so sullen you qualify to be casted a hero no?" His good buddy went on a laughter roll. He was his business partner as well and most of the time an annoying chatterer.

Meanwhile his secretary informed him of Director's call. He ordered her to connect the call to him.

"Morning Asad...how have you been?"

"Never better...what's the progress?"

"Just the Female lead left... and I wanted your approval before we finalize her..."

"You do it... I have told you what is required...rest is your job."

"I know... But would you see your mail for a sec..."

Asad sighed and opened his mail. He scanned through some pictures he was mailed and scrunched his brow in utter exasperation. Leveling his tone to the best he could he addressed the director still rather harshly.

"I told you... I don't want these century old faces as the lead...offer them the side roles... My conditions still imply...'A fresh scandal-free face...' Mark it and come up with something useful next time."

"Of course..." The director said and cut the call. Not wishing to hear more from the affluent dude.

"What the hell..." The director fumed in fury. "Now where on earth do I find a scandal free face... this industry is rotten full of dirty stories. Tell me who is spared?" He addressed his assistant who took in a huge puff of his cigar, enjoying the colors playing on the poor old man's face.

"If it weren't for this crazy lucrative offer...who would care to produce for him...this plot is already a flop." He puked out his aggression on him. "Now don't look at me like this...go search for my female lead... That rotten scshmuck..what does he think of himself..." He went on dirty talking about Asad. No wonder dirty stories are so carved in the industry.

***

A week later...

His secretary did come up with some proposals.

"Sir, here are five with somewhat unknown history... two of them belong to the small screen...the rest are models..." The assistant informed the director who was immediately interested in extracting details about the ladies.

"Did you reach out for them?" He asked flipping through the photographs on the screen.

"Four agreed...one wasn't interested."

The director burst out laughing. "Not interested...what sh*t... one teeny weeny contract with some international brand and these mites think they have some value... send them to the Khan... I bet he selects any of these..."

"All of them?" He was asked.

"Hmmm... they'll be offered big... no one would dare rejecting money. After all what one has in this field in money...respect and dignity are long lost before one decides to step into this ugly fame..."

***

"Stop!" Asad ordered. His eyes took in the face on the screen. "And she is?" He asked. Akram rolled over some pages in his pad and came up with the details.

"She is Paras... age 25... height 5'5'' started career 2009...made it to an acceptable super model with in three years... and..." He went on.

"Okay finalize her..." He said and left. Akram gaped behind him and then looked at the screen. She was beautiful in the sense every model is but nothing made her a female lead he thought. But who knew what went inside Asad's mind.

"Might actually have some shit rolling in his mind..." Akram thought and conveyed the news to the director.

***

"...baby would you come here I need to tell you something..." Amir grabbed her into a corner. She was surprised to see him all at once. It always confused her whether to call him sir or ma'am. He was so confusing... he didnnt look like a homo but everything about him made him look line one.

She sensed some more pile of work coming her way. But what he told her almost shot her like a bullet.

"I cant do that...I don't even..." She started only to be cut off by him.

"You can..of course...you are worth camera focus...i wonder why you never opted for this field..." And he went on praising her body much to her discomfort. She looked past him all lost. Someone's words pierced the atmosphere and she felt herself engulfed in a subtle trans.

Ordinary... traditional... Substandard...'

She did not know why but she nodded.

***

"You look ...like a bride..." Amir said, she thought he had lost it because of course everyone who is donned in wedding attire is bound to look like a bride. His next set of words made her turn around towards the mirror. "...a real one"

She exclaimed, recognizing herself was never so difficult. The lady in the reflection was a dazzling completeness of beauty. She envied her but in reality you are so much more than a mere physical appearance. No matter how beautiful you might appear to be you cant rub off your ugly times... you cant rub off your fate.

It was perhaps the dress or perhaps her or perhaps both of them which made things fade out of their existence. She felt her eyes welling up. She had imagined herself as Ayaan's bride for the past six years and today when she looked like one...she was no one's bride. She was shimmering and glittering in a dress someone was going to buy for their wedding. She felt thrown from the seventh heaven.

And she was going to wear similar dresses for hundred of times with the same sustained sane wish of hers, every time the wish buried deep down inside her somewhere she didn't know.

***

That first ramp walk was the first stair and she had been climbing ever since. There was something in that model which made everyone going gaga over her. All the designers wanted her as their next face all the magazines were willing to do anything for a photoshoot. She was now webbed in that circle of the fashion industry and who would have thought that someone somewhere was seeing her and regretting what he had done to her.

"Paras...' was the new name of the fashion diva. Zoya was now in another planet... where things happened differently. Where there was nothing but competition and a mad rat race. She had crossed the threshold from one world to another... from her little dwelling to a lavish residency. From an ordinary junior artist to the famous Paras.

During the press conference after the ramp walk that day. Her designer knew not her name and since the media was adamant to know he had told them the first name that barged into his mind.

Paras...' He had said and no one knew why he said that name but since then no one knew about the Zoya which existed inside the veil of Paras. The world knew about Paras only.

***

"Well this is your first movie project..." Humera was adamant she was going to discuss it with Zoya who was least interested

"So..." She said flipping through a magazine.

"Best of luck with it..."

"Slow there girl... I am not doing it..." She announced. Humera laughed.

"Yes you are..."

Zoya rolled her eyes.

"I accepted the offer..." Humera said ready to run away. She was her manager, a forceful one because she thought she knew better what Paras should be doing and what not and Zoya never objected although Paras did.

"No you didn't...?" She was ready to hurl anything which came in her hand at her annoying to hell sister.

***

Precap:- AsYa meet...finally...!