The wedding was a three-day spectacle. Elephants, gold jewelry, and a guest list including three chief ministers. But was it love?
She almost laughed. “I don’t read unsolicited scripts.”
"Then rewrite it," she challenged, her eyes shimmering with a light no studio lamp could replicate.
Manthra’s personal life eventually mirrored the romantic plots she once acted out.
The industry suspected. A producer’s wife saw them laughing at a café in Pondicherry. A makeup artist heard Manthra humming a tune Arjun had written for her. But nothing was ever proven.
