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“Wonderful?” Vikram sat up. “It’s the event of the century! And we’re going to make sure everyone knows it.”
Divya’s eyes widened slightly. “We are?”
“Absolutely.” Vikram stood, pacing the limited space. “I want full media coverage. Magazine features, exclusive interviews, behind-the-scenes access—the works. This is the Wedding of the Century.”
“Okay, Boss.” Divya started typing on her tablet, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Start with the major publications. Vogue, GQ, Forbes—tell them we’re offering exclusive access to the Khanna-Rao wedding. Coordinate with their teams.”
“Okay, Boss.”
“And responses to all the media houses that have been calling. I want a strategy for each one. High-profile outlets get priority access. Regional media gets official statements. No one leaves empty-handed.”
Divya nodded, fingers flying across her screen. “I’ll draft responses and send them for your approval.”
“No need. You know what I want. Handle it.” Vikram dropped back onto the sofa. “My brother needs this. He’s never been good with publicity, and now the entire country is obsessed with his love life. Someone needs to manage the narrative.”
“But...” Divya hesitated, then continued carefully. “Won’t Mr. Khanna be upset about the attention?”
Vikram waved dismissively. “He’ll thank me later. Maybe in ten years.”
“Okay, Boss.” That soft smile again. “I’ll start reaching out to the media houses today.”
“Good.” He studied her for a moment. “You’ve been working here three months now. How’s the internship going?”
A slight flush colored her cheeks. “It’s wonderful, Boss. I’m learning so much. Thank you again for giving me this opportunity.”
“You’ve earned it. You’re better than half the people I’ve had working for me.”
Her eyes lit up at the praise. “Thank you, Boss. That means a lot.”
Vikram noticed how she clutched her tablet a little tighter, how her smile brightened at his words. Earnest. Genuine. Completely unlike the jaded industry professionals he usually dealt with.
“Anything else?”
“Your girlfriend called twice this morning,” she said, checking her notes. “She has planned a dinner for you tonight. Eight o’clock. I’ve already told her you’ll be there.”
Vikram groaned. “Tell her I’m filming.”
“You wrapped yesterday, sir.”
“Tell her I’m sick.”
“She’ll send a doctor.” Divya’s voice remained gentle but firm. “Your suit is being pressed. Car picks you up at seven-thirty. I’ve ordered flowers too.”
He narrowed his eyes playfully. “You’re very thorough.”
“I try my best, Boss.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear—a nervous gesture. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Something about the way she said it—earnest, almost worried—made Vikram pause. She worked harder than anyone he’d employed, stayed later, never complained, and looked at him like he’d hung the moon just for giving her a chance.
“You’re not disappointing anyone,” he said, voice softer than usual. “You’re doing great.”
Her smile could have lit up the entire van. “Thank you, Boss.”
“Call time in twenty minutes?”
“Eighteen minutes now, Boss.” She glanced at her phone. “Your costume is ready. Makeup is waiting.”
