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Zara Khan had just finished her tenth magazine cover shoot of the month. The air in the studio still smelled of hairspray and ambition. As she stepped out of the blinding ring lights, her manager, Riya, handed her a phone buzzing with notifications.

"Hot," Zara repeated the word, tasting its emptiness. She was thirty-two. She had a National Award for her role as a grieving single mother in an art film. But the internet had a goldfish's memory.

"To my vanity van," she said. "I have a script. It’s about a woman who burns down a museum full of paintings that only ever showed her as a muse, never as the artist." hot bollywood actress

"Three million likes in an hour," Riya whispered, awe in her voice. "The 'hot Bollywood actress' tag is trending. Again."

Dev laughed. "That's not a rom-com."

The Frame

Dev turned to her. In the dim light, she wasn't the airbrushed goddess. She was a woman with a slight frown, a tiny scar on her chin from a childhood fall, and tired eyes. Zara Khan had just finished her tenth magazine

"Shouldn't you be in there, setting the temperature to 'scorching'?" he asked, not looking up.