Mumbai, Singhaniya House.

Author's pov.

Adhiraj glanced at his wife and let out,

"He thinks that I don't know anything about him or what he is doing with his life. I don't want him to become like his father. I am trying my hard not to lose him but he is choosing the path of his destruction. I just don't want history to recite itself."

Shailaja kept her hand on her husband's shoulder and assured him. "Leave it, Adhiraj, Don't compare Ardhansh and Ayaan they are too different. Ardhansh was so mad behind that girl that he forgot his boundaries, which caused him to go through self-made hell. In Ayaan's case, he can't stay with the same girl for more than one night, Do you still think that he is the same as his father? History will never repeat itself, Ayaan is just too different."

"Still I am scared Shailaja, at last, he is his blood."

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Mumbai, Saint Claret school.

Priti's POV,

Saveer dropped us at our school and he went to his college. I saw there were so many people gathered around our school.

Media, paparazzi, and reporters were already waiting outside of the school gate.

It looked as if someone most famous person was coming here and the excitement adoring their faces was telling the same thing.

I glanced at Shreya and curiously asked, "Who is coming Shreya?"

She gave me a look that said are you serious? and slapped my head, "Dumbo what were you doing all this time."

"Why did you slap me? I just ask you a simple."

I was confused as hell, I just asked her question what was wrong with it.

She rolled her eyes at me and replied, "Do you even know for which modelling agency you gave the audition?"

I shook my head "I thought what is the use of knowing the agency's name when you are not going to win?"

"Yeah, you are right," She said and I didn't like her words, she is my friend she should have encouraged me but here she is again demotivating me.

"The agency for which we gave the audition is Singhaniya Modeling Agency," She chirped excitedly and My eyes widened in realization.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY SHREYA?"

I asked in utter shock, my heart thumping loudly inside my ribcage, is it true? But again a thought came inside my mind, Why the hell do they need to organize a competition in a school? they can get any highly paid model in the world, So keeping my excitement in my heart I quickly asked,

"But why will a billion-dollar company's CEO organize this competition in a small school?"

Shreya glanced at me uninterestingly and answered, "Charity babe, give a chance to the girls who don't have the money for the fees of their modelling colleges and be a hero in others' eyes."

Yeah that's bad I don't like people doing charity for the sake of publicity but for now, I wasn't interested in talking about that matter, I was more interested in knowing who the hell was coming into our school, I shrugged off my thoughts about that topic and quickly asked,

"Then who is coming to our school?"

"AYAAN SINGHANIYA."

Listening to his name my heart again started to beat loudly. No one knows that I have a huge crush on Ayaan Singhaniya.

My childhood crush Ayaan Singhaniya, I just desired that man with every cell in my body, I still wonder how I remember that 18-year-old boy, who smiled at me, held me in his embrace, and even kissed me.

Oh God!!!! I am blushing, I was just four years old then still I remember that sweet smile on his lips, ok I am silly to have a crush on a man who is 14 years older than me but it's who I am.

I never missed any chance to see him on TV, of course, hiding from my father's eyes, he behaves like a villain in my imaginary love story but I love him more than Ayaan.

But if I am getting a chance to see that handsome hunk, How could I miss that opportunity that is also to see him face to face? I was feeling like I would die of anxiety, he is sexy as hell, and I am sure I will forget to breathe.

But suddenly my heart pained thinking that he would not spare a single glance at me, There were so many girls, Who were much more beautiful than me and I ranked first as an ugly girl, I just hated my skin colour, Why would he look at an ugly girl? But I am okay with it, I don't care if he looked at me or not, I am happy at least I will see him once again after that incident.

I glanced at Shreya and informed her that I was going to change my dress in the school's changing room and ran from there.

I went inside the changing room and changed my dress, I quickly did a little makeup and glanced at myself in the mirror, I was looking okay, it was half Indian and half Western dress.

I loved my choice, at least I was looking presentable, I heard someone announce that the competition was starting after 15 minutes and felt a rush inside my body.

"Just think straight Priti, Don't you dare to lust over him, what he will think about you?" 

I told myself and for the Last time checked my face in the mirror and ran towards a hall where the competition was arranged, I would surely regret it if I didn't win today.

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Mumbai, Singhaniya Corporation.

Ayaan's POV,

I am getting bored because of this bitch. Can't she stop blabbering about her dress, and car collections who the hell cares how many things she bought from her father's corrupted money, She is just blabbering from the beginning about her father's money, what the hell does she think of me?

If she had asked me to have sex with her, I would have willingly had it in this bright daylight.

But here she is making me furious, It would have been better if I had gone to that charity competition rather than wasting my precious time on this useless girl.

I sent Rajiv on my behalf And asked him to make any excuse with the media that my health was not fine or blah blah,

But now I regret it, I glanced at the girl sitting in front of me she was beautiful but what was the use of this beauty when she didn't have a good heart? I should stop judging her because I am not the exception, maybe worse than her.

I glanced at my phone when a notification popped up, It was Rajiv's, he informed me that the competition has begun, looking at his massage an idea came inside my head to stop this bitch from blabbering about her... anyway whatever she was blabbering about her...fucking father.

I held her hand and caressed it sensually before letting out in a sugar-coated voice, "Mahira I want to tell you something."

Sorry baby but I am a bastard.

"Speak," she blushed and said.

Seriously! like I was waiting for her permission.

I smirked internally and patted myself on my head for the amazing acting I need to think about debuting in the film industry,

"I have a new project that I am going to work on and I wanted a fresh face for it–

She glimpsed at me confused by my words, and I explained to her, "Dadaji organized a modelling competition at one of the schools in Mumbai, He wanted to send me there to select the models for that new project, but I refused him saying that I have to meet you because it's more important than that, Now I am feeling like I did something wrong, It is to much important project for me, What if I didn't get good faces for that project, I don't have much time to search for a new face Mahira."

She looked at me faking that she was worried, and I again started to caress her hand knowing it would work.

"How much time is pending to end that competition?" she asked.

Thank god this bitch didn't ask me to take her as a model.

"The last round is left " I answered quickly. 

"Ok then you go there and we will meet next time."

I know she didn't say it because she was thinking about my loss.

She just wanted to be a good girl in my eyes.

I know her very well. Anyway that is not my issue I am happy that she agreed without any fuss or I would have to play another sick game.....