5: Shanaya! Oh Shanaya!

Armaan's POV,

I was recording my song in the studio, closing my eyes totally lost in my music. I sang my verse and waited listening to the music waiting for the cue to start the next verse.

As I looked outside, my eyes stopped at the fan girl. My smile turned into terror. 'Why is she smiling like that?! Her eyes are wide and glued on me. She's grinning, showing all teeth. Do girls even smile like that?! Wait..... Is she even breathing? Why is she soo creepy?'

"Armaan!" I jumped at the voice. It was the director. I looked at him blinking.

"The music is long gone. Where are you lost and why does your face looks like you saw a ghost?" He asked.

"I did."

"What?"

"What?" I looked at him. "Nothing....um..." I sighed. "Can we please take a break?"

"Ok ok." He said. "10 minutes." He announced and left.

The Fangirl was still ogling at me. I stepped out carefully. So her smile was gone but her eyes were still there. She looked like a puppy now.

Still creepy though.

"Are you done" I said.

"Huh....." Ok.... she's a gone case.

I waved my hand in front of her.

"Hello.....earth to Ayesha." She isn't even blinking.

She giggled like a freak. Ok now I'm scared of her.

"Your scaring me girl." I finally said.

"Hehehe....you were singing..." She said in a creepy tone.

"Um...yeah I know. I have a good memory. I can remember what I did 2 minutes ago very well."

"Wow....so talented!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh God this girl is impossible!" I said to myself looking away from her face.

"Soo handsome." I heard her. I didn't dare to look at her or say anything.

"Armaan.... Armaan yaar where have you been?" Shanaya came and hugged me tightly. Her perfume is too strong. I coughed.

"Hey Shanaya!" I held her gently.

"Aww I mished you shoo muchy." She said in a baby voice. That's one of her things that annoy me. I'm a 24 year old man not a 4 year old baby for crying out loud!

"Yeah likewise." I cringed back.

Ayesha's POV,

I was just busy admiring the awesomeness of my love when a pretty and tall girl dressed in short expensive looking dress came and hugged him. I felt a pang of jealousy but I understood that he's a star and these kind of things are normal for him. Also he didn't seemed quite comfortable with her. That gave me a sense of relief.

Her eyes stopped at me but still she couldn't get her hands of him. I felt cringy more than jealous.

"Who's this girl?" She asked checking me from top to bottom. 'And... she has no manners.'

"Hi! I'm Ayesha Farooqi, Armaan's new assistant manager and his personal CA." I said bringing my hand forward.

"Ah.... So you work for him." She said in her total diva attitude ignoring my hand. I frowed at her taking my hand back.

Her first impression: she's a total Bitchy Diva.

"I....need to go somewhere. Excuse me." Armaan said and literally ran from there.

Bitchy Diva turned to me.

"So... When did you join?"

"Today's my first day." I said uninterested.

"Ah." She stood with her hand on her hips and pouting. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"That top is soo last year." She said slowly, mockingly eyeing my long kurti.

I looked at her and smirked pointing at her dress.

"Ah... Now I remember where I'd seen that dress.... Last month when I went to Bhendi bazaar. It was exactly the same."

Her jaw dropped and she looked at me clearly pissed.

"What the- this dress is from Paris! Everything fabulous that I own is either from Milan or Paris!" She huffed.

I bit my laughter. Just then my phone rang. It was Nida. I got out leaving bitchy diva alone in the control room.

"Hey....so..... how's it going?" She asked excitedly.

"Superb. Nida.... I can't tell you how magical I feel right now. It all feels soo surreal. This isn't a dream right? Please tell me it's real!" I said totally Fangirling.

"Yes yes baby it's all real. Do you want me to come there and hit you with my sandle to make you believe?" She joked.

"No thanks!" I said angrily. She giggled.

We talked for a while and I went back in. Armaan and the director weren't back yet. I decided to wait.

I found bitchy diva with a sinister smile on her face. I eyed her skeptically. She walked towards me.

"Enjoy your little recording. Hopefully it will be your last. I'll be watching the show from outside. PS- stay away from Armaan. He's mine! Toodloo." She smiled waving at me and left swinging her hips. I watched her with a raised eyebrow.

'What did this bitch do?'

My eyes stopped at the mixing console.......and OMG!!!

All the mixers were turned down. She messed with the console. She knows that people would definitely blame me as I'm a newbie. Oh God what do I do?!?!?!?!

I heard them talking. They were coming here.

OH NO!!!!!!!

What do I do?????.....what do I do????

My heart was racing, I was hyperventilating and my palms were sweating. I was pacing back and forth. I was soo scared. Armaan already seems to not like me very much. What happens when he sees this?! He'll just hate me.

No no no no no........

'That's it! I'll have to take matters in my own hands.'

Armaan's POV,

As we entered the control room I found the fangirl sitting there all alone. She jumped to her feet as she saw her. She was smiling but her body language gave me every reason to be suspicious.

"Everything ok." My manager asked her.

"Yep." She grinned.

I shook my head. I don't have time for this.

"I'll start now."

"Ok" the director said.

I started recording my song and within an hour the recording was over without a problem. Thank God. Now I can rest a little before my new Music Video shoot meeting with the producer.

Ayesha's POV,

Thanks to Allah, I have a picturestic memory. I had seen before how the mixers were set. So without wasting a second I tuned them exactly as I remembered.

I literally jumped of my chair as I saw Armaan. He looked at me suspiciously. 'I hope he didn't see me touch the mixer.'

He started singing in his melodious voice and I thanked God ampteen times it all went all right. I was soo happy.

As I stepped out she was waiting outside with a tensed and shocked expression. He glared at me.

"I'll be there please go ahead." I said.

I went to her.

"What happened Shanaya? Pissed that your plan just failed?" I cooed.

"What the hell? How did you do that? There's no way you can be an expert in that?" She said.

"That's right. I'm not an expert in that but.... I do have a good memory. I didn't become a CA just because of my pretty face." I snapped.

"Tsk. Yeah right."

I smiled. "Maybe you should try something else next time. Something more productive. You see... I just love challenges and more than that I love to break the attitude and pride of such people like you."

"Don't you now. Alright then.... I challenge you that I'll turn your life into a living hell till you're forced to run away from here crying to your mommy." She said in that annoying diva attitude.

"Challenge accepted. I'm not leaving Armaan without a fight." I said.

"Game on Miss CA."

"Oh it's soo ON!"