Kareena Devhan, calm and self controlled, hot head but sweet at the same time. Varun Dhawan, superstar and actor, play boy, he loves only one person, his aunt, he trusts two people , his aunt and best friend. Kareena has her entire family with her a...
We arrived at the crew's lounge, where they all stayed, cameras were there, and other acting equipment. "Hey Varun!" The entire cast screamed, running to me, "Hey guys, how y'all?" "All good, tell me, why are you here?" "Where's Mohit?" "In his room, always there," "Alright, I have something for him, see you guys later," I left them as I headed for his room, then I opened the door, without knocking, shutting it behind me, "Always forgetting your manners," he said, "Howd you know it was me?" "No one barges into a room without knocking, except Varun Dhawan, am I right?" He said turning his swivel chair around so he could face me, his room was always furnished, it could never look less of him, "sit," he said, directing his hand to the white sofa on his right, I nodded and took a seat, "I'm sure you haven't had a decent breakfast," "Why?" "Youre coming from the music studio, I wonder what logic Arijit has, making a singer smoke before singing, it damages the vocal chords, " "He doesn't have a problem with it, " "I know, it isn't right, he needs to understand that he's ruining you, you need to understand that, once your voice is gone, believe me, he'll dump you for some other singer, a new star, " "That won't happen, don't worry about me, " "Fine, so, what brings you here?" "Why am I being asked that question?" "Because you never come unless I've called you, " "There's a movie at hand," "I sent you the script, you always talk on the phone," "True, you're correct all round, I don't want to do the movie," "Youre not serious," "Youve gotten me wrong, I don't want to do this movie," I said dropping the script he gave to me,he picked it up then looked at me, "Namaste Scotland? Why?" "There is already a Namaste London, Namaste England, I'm sorry, we cannot give the world repeated things," "Youre in the movie, fans will still love it," "I cannot take undue advantage of their love for me, I cannot, I need to make them love me more," he sighed, looked at the script and dropped it on his table, "I understand, but you know my ways, you can't drop this when there's no back up, and I cannot start telling Fawad Khan to that he cannot write for me again," "I know your ways , I thought of Fawad Khan already, and he can still be the scriptwriter with my idea," "What idea? " he asked corking a brow at me, he's probably wondering when I began to have ideas, "well, not mine, someone else's, "I said, handing the book to him, "Gujarati meets England, hmmmm" he said, flapping through the pages, he rang the small bell on his table, and his personal assistant rushed in, "Yes, Mohit," "Get Fawad here, tell him its urgent," he said not looking away from the book, the plot is really captivating, a village boy, from Gujarati, a wealthy girl born and raised in England, seeing her the first time, he falls for her, seeing him the first time, she turns him into her slave, he endured all of her insults for the sake of his blind love, stupid fellow, but I'm going to be playing that character, one day she becomes blind, her foreign boyfriend with whom she paraded the whole village with leaves her, her parents are away in the Queen's palace, the boy sees her, and takes pity for her, despite her hatred, he makes sure she doesn't go into wanting, he doesn't revela himself to her, he keeps quite all along, and spoke when necessary, recognizing her voice was impossible, she never let him speak, while ordering him around. A particular day comes and he has the opportunity to return her to sight to her, it involved surgery, he somehow laid his hands on some money, and pays for the bills, as he arrives England, the surgery begins, and before that she told him, I want to see the face of the person responsible for taking care of me, I wish for that alone, a sight where I would take care of him the way he has for me, i will marry him. He didn't give her sight back to her to marry her, nah, I told you, the guy's stupid in love, a fucking love lorn, when they opened her bandage for her, she screamed, asking that the boy, who was now blind be thrown out of her presence, bitch! And before he leaves, he tells her, I'm the reason you're seeing today, and you're whole, but every other credit goes to God, do take care of my sight, and they wheel him out of the ward, he was taken back to his home land, by her sister, and left to be alone, now blind, he didn't have anyone, poor boy was an orphan, and a lonely farmer, when bitch realized her mistake, she travels all the way back to apologize, but getting there, loneliness killed the poor lad, and she lives in regret all her life. It has a sad story line, thoroughly heart breaking, but it's good. The door swings open and Fawad walks in, headphones on his neck as usual, "Varun!" He calls giving me a bro hug, "So unusual to see you here," "And you too, don't you have another movie to act? After your hit Khoobsurat?" "Nahh, I don't, Mohit bundled me down here," "If it ain't him, who else gon' do it, "I said and we laughed, "Fawad, you're in luck this time," "Meaning?" "Theres a new story line, it's gonna be a hit," "Did you write this Dhawan?" "Nahh, someone else did, " "Imma look it up now," "Yeah, but I bet you, the plotting is excellent," I told him, the door opened, Mohit's p.a. coming in with a tray of food, "Gosh, you know my so well Mohit, I haven't had a decent meal, " I said taking a bite out of the rolls, "Mmhmm, except cigarettes huh," I smiled at him, a fake one though, "Who wrote this?" Fawad asked not looking up, "A friend," "A friend?" "Yeah, Rahul's umm, girlfriend " I said, finding it hard for the words to come out, "Hes got a girlfriend? That's new," "Yeah," "The plot's crazy good. I can work with her, I want to meet her," "You will, not this week, I'll be busy, next week." "Next week's perfect, considering I'm not too busy, but exploring this place," "And its hot chics" I added, Fawan is one person who gets me, "Yes Dhawan, considering you're not too busy with her," he said putting the paper in his pocket, "Before anyone says anything, I'm out." I said, picking my shades and exiting the room.
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Fawad Khan as himself
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