LIFE DREAMS
The entrance to the Arena was a chaotic sea of flashing bulbs and shouting voices. Newscasters swarmed like vultures around the door where Dev Malhotra stood, trapped. He was meant to be here for a talent search, picking the singers who would headline his massive showcase next month, but the press had a different agenda.
"Is Kavya Kamfa really dead?" one reporter shouted over the din.
Dev felt a sharp, rhythmic throb begin behind his eyes. The pressure in his skull was becoming unbearable.
"Did you and Radhika kill her because she broke up with you?" another voice barked from the crowd.
The accusation hit him like a physical blow. As his vision blurred with rising tears, his security team surged forward. They grabbed him by the arms, dragging him toward the safety of the hall as he wept openly before the cameras.
Elsewhere, in a quiet pocket of the city, the air was thick with a different kind of tension. Anamika stood before her sister, her voice hushed but pleading.
"This cash won’t be enough for this," Priyanka said, looking down at the bills with a cold, unimpressed gaze.
"Please, Priya," Anamika begged, her hands trembling slightly. "I need this for the ride to the audition."
"I don’t care," Priyanka muttered, turning on her heel to walk away.
Desperate, Anamika reached out and thrust the remainder of her savings into her sister's hand. Priyanka stopped, her expression shifting as she began to count the money with a look of pure, greedy happiness.
"Don’t let Mum or Dad find out," Anamika warned, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Especially Dad."
"Just don’t stay long," Priyanka replied dismissively, heading toward the rest room to hide her prize.
Anamika watched her go, letting out a heavy, weary sigh. "That is why I pay you," she whispered to the empty air.
Across town, Vihaan stood in the shadows, a phone pressed tightly to his ear. His voice was low and devoid of emotion.
"We are ready to go now, sir," he said, reporting to his boss regarding Dev Malhotra. He ended the call abruptly as the door creaked open and his sister, Mahika, stepped into the room.
"Vihaan, what are you trying to do?" she demanded, her eyes wide with fear and judgment. "Don’t tell me you’re still working with that devil."
Vihaan didn't flinch. "Mahika, stay out of my issues and focus on marrying Aditya instead."
He brushed past her, storming out of the room so quickly that he nearly collided with his wife, Alisha.
"Vihaan, dear?" Alisha asked, her face etched with worry. "Who was Mahika talking about? Who is the devil?"
Vihaan froze, the shock momentarily paralyzing his features.
Meanwhile, Anamika stood on the curb with her friend Padma, waiting for Rohan, Padma’s younger brother, to arrive.
"I cannot believe that girl," Padma said, her voice shaking with anger. "She took all the money away, and here you are, trying to get them all a better life."
Anamika offered a sad, forgiving smile. "She’s sixteen, Padma. Still young and silly."
Just then, Rohan pulled up in the van. They climbed inside and disappeared into the city traffic.
Back at home, Vihaan fought to keep his composure as Alisha stared at him, waiting for an answer. He forced a smile, trying to smooth over the cracks in his story.
"Its my drunk friend, Rahul," Vihaan lied smoothly. "He wants me to pick him up in a bar. It's nothing else, dearest."
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