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Ten.

Sidharth

This rapper's overdose has sent Bollywood into a whirlwind

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Watching her go head-to-head with Ila and then walk out of the gym with a swing in her step, I tried to hide the smile by grabbing my shake. I watch Ila just glare at her while she disappears.

"Your clothes are all laid out," Ila says, following me when I walk out of the gym toward my suite. "I spoke to Rachit, Yamini, and Yukta about taking Shehnaaz off the red carpet list, and they reluctantly agreed."

I just nod my head. Taking my key card out and going into the room, I drop my card down on the table, then turn to look at Ila. "What do I have to do today?" I ask her, peeling the sweaty shirt from my body.

"There is the breakfast downstairs and then photos," she tells me, looking down at her phone as she types something.

"Photos?" I ask her, grabbing a water bottle and taking a drink.

"You are going to be taking a picture with each journalist for the press even though the premiere will be tomorrow night. Your suit is being steamed as we speak. Tonight, you have dinner plans, but they can be canceled if you feel like canceling."

"No, I'll be good. I'll text you when I'm on my way down," I tell her, and she looks up.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything," she says, turning toward the door and walking out. I wait for the door to click before going into the bathroom and taking a shower. An hour later, I'm grabbing the black suit jacket and putting it on as I walk out of the room. The elevator is there as soon as I press the button, and I text Ila as soon as the door closes.

Me: On my way down.

Ila answers right away.

Ila: Change of plans, go to the conference room.

I press the button, but I'm already on my way down. Looking at my phone, I scroll through my private undercover Instagram feed where I have only my cousins and family members. The ding of the elevator makes me look up, and I see Shehnaaz walking in. Her cool and sweet scent knocks me back a bit. She says something to me, but I didn't hear what she said, and before I can say anything, the door opens again, and the three "playmate" journalists enter. All three of them swinging their hips as they head straight to me. Their smell is musky, and I swear if I was in here one more minute, I would have had a sneezing fit.

Ila is there the minute I step off the elevator, and I notice we are dressed the same. "Sorry about the mix-up. It was done at the last minute," she says. I just nod, then when I see Rachit, I head over to talk to him.

"Rachit," I say to him, and he smiles at me, grabbing my hand and slapping me on the shoulder.

"We just got the latest projections in, and it's safe to say the buzz is all over this movie," he says, and I know the only thing going through his mind is the amount of money that will be coming in.

"We should get seated." Rachit turns and starts walking toward the doors to the breakfast event. "I took care of the Shehnaaz thing," he says, leaning in quietly, but I don't know what thing he's referring to. If only he would have just given in at the beginning and not invited her.

I sit down, and I'm half-ass listening to what he is saying since I'm sure Ila is taking notes and will fill me in. Until I hear a little chatter around me after something he says. Looking up, I see the projection board and the dates of the tour with a journalist assigned to a premiere. I look around, seeing everyone whisper to each other, and then look back. Every day is spoken for but Paris, which means they know which journalist is left off the list.