Their Stars Crossed In Bollywood ?

Chapter 9- "Like A Werewolf On A Manhunt"

As I had expected, I ended up with a horrible stomach ache the next morning. I had started to sweat like a pig in the wee hours of the morning along with an extreme hangover. My head throbbed, my stomach throbbed and I felt dizzy.

Shit, I won't be able to attend the first day of shooting for Tere Mere Darmiyaan.

I got up and my head throbbed so violently that I almost fell face first on the ground. I should stop going out and wasting my nights drinking. It just makes me want to puke out the remnants of my dinner. Dinner. I had Mom's chicken curry, right? Damn, now that's why my stomach's hurting so bad.

I staggered along to the washroom and almost shrieked out when I saw myself. I looked like a werewolf who had gone on a man hunt. I generally have this amazing morning bed head but today I just had dark circles and dryness spread out on my face.

What was I doing last night apart from drinking my guts out? I racked my brains for possible suggestions but I came up with nothing that I was hundred percent sure of doing. Drinking... Leaving.. In the car.. Baboon.. Wait what?! Baboon? When did that happen? Did I go to a zoo or something? Baboon! I am seriously going nuts.

I remember meeting this really pretty girl. We talked too, I guess. And she told me her name too. Now what was it? Some Sharma, right? But wait, I handed her my card didn't I? I rushed out of the washroom and checked my wallet. And sure enough, one of my ten cards was missing.

Great! I must have invited her somewhere. But where? I can't even ask my driver. I remember it was me driving. I can't call her because I don't have her number because being the idiot I am, I never asked for it and even if I did have it, it would be extremely rude to ask her whether I had invited her somewhere or not.

Yes people, I had officially messed up my life.

I went in the washroom again and fixed myself up. Not to sound like a girl but being in the film industry automatically makes you self conscious. Then I put on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and went back to bed. I switched my phone off because trust me, I take a day off, and it's like all the producers and directors in the world call up to check on me. Once bitten, twice shy is a lesson I've learnt extremely well.

I switched on the TV and browsed through the entertainment channels. There were numerous movies on but unless you wanted to watch The Jungle Book, there was literally nothing amazing on air. And so, I ended up watching it. And I must say, I'm extremely jealous of that kid. Why? Because he gets to wear the most comfortable clothes a man could ask for in the whole planet.

Midway through the movie, while the kid was being hypnotised by this monster of a snake, my Mom stormed in. I just can't have a peaceful and non-interrupted day in, can I?