Siddharth looked at her with a stony hard gaze as he extended his hand holding a pair of scissors in them towards her, she flinched back but he caught her just in time, bringing her bandaged arm up, he cut off the loose hanging sleeves that he had torn earlier Samaira looked at him first then at the cut fabric that now dangled in his hand, that used to be her sleeve once upon a time, she looked at him aghast, feeling sorry for herself as she was no more the Samaira of the past when she had the best and topmost international designers flocking her gates requesting her to don their outfits for free She had not bought a single new dress for herself since the time she was orphaned and here this man has been busy destroying away what little she has remaining in her wardrobe, last time he tore her designer shirt which she had bought from one of her trips abroad long back, and

Samaira rushed out of his house in a state of flurry Her mind was muddled, his words still kept playing on in her mind as she hailed a cab and headed home, she could still feel his cold grey eyes on her back What she hated most was the fact that he had tapped straight on her pain point, he was totally right about Raul, but what confused her even more was the fact that how did Siddharth know such minute details about her and Raul.. That night when Samaira was about to retire to her room, Mita who was being extra concerned about her wound, got her some warm turmeric milk before bed “Sam, despite everything, we are still a family, so I got this cup of milk, the turmeric will help heal the wound faster, have it and go to sleep immediately,” Though

The next morning Samaira was killing time in Shain's room checking on his drawings, she was trying hard to divert her mind from yesterday's incident with Mita, worried that Raul had not replied to her messages and was not answering her calls, she was on a panic mode Just then her phone buzzed, assuming that it was from Raul, a big smile flashed on her face as she answered the call“Miss Khanna, this is to inform you that you have an audition lined up with us today, so please be present,”Samaira was surprised, it was a call from the same production house that she'd been to yesterday“Audition?,” but I guess the second lead role has been taken“Yes, we have a new requirement for the third lead role,” the person in

This was a classic example of when they say that a cat who drinks milk with shut eyes, believes that she is invisible to the world's eyes, that no one was watching itSamaira bit her lower lip, summing up all her courage she turned around half heartedly, prepared to face the inevitable, she had forgotten that it was Siddharth Kapoor who she was trying to escape from.. a far fetched dream for her Forcing a smile on her lips, she walked towards the director, who stood by the couch where Siddharth sat like a king, one leg casually folded across the other knee, next to him was Lina.. who looked like she was all ready to take on Samaira, a proud victorious smirk played on her lips as her grip on Siddharth's arm tightened“Mr. Kapoor, Miss Jha, this is the actor whom we have finalised for the role of third lead, Miss Samaira

The slap wasn't hard at all, she was a delicate young woman, but he tilted his face to a side in response to the slap, turning his face back to her, a slow smile formed on his lipsSamaira’s eyes widened in shock, she didn’t know how, or why she did what she did, but when she looked back at him from her trembling hands, she saw him smile back at her like nothing happened, but her heart jumped in fear at that smile“I may be scared of what I did Mr. Kapoor, but I don’t regret it,” she summed up all the guts that she could before pushing both his hands that had encaged her to the wall away“I am not a slut and I will never be your sex slave,” she spoke in a voice that sounded broken and hurt than hardSiddharth’s gaze went to the silver lock pen