A/N : This chapter didn't come out the way I wanted it to but still ended up publishing it, ig I might delete and rewrite it later.

" A little more to the right."

Eshanya sighed, stepping closer to Yashasvi, his arm hanging around her waist, but not really touching it.

" Mr.Jaiswal please put your hand around Miss Singhania's waist." The photographer sighed.

Yashasvi gulped.

" Can...can we take a short break please?"

" Yes sure."

To everyone's utmost relief, Sara walked in with her secretary.

" Sara a word please?" The photographer immediately rushed towards her and she frowned seeing his usually calm self so frustrated.

And as he expressed his frustration in a low voice, Sara chuckled.

" They're just not used to doing PDA. They're a very private couple." She was quick to come to their defence.

" Much like you and Shubman." He nodded with a sigh.

" But you weren't as uncomfortable as they are when you had your first photoshoot with him."

" We were different, they're different. Let's please not compare Jim? Not everyone's the same."

Jim nodded.

" I'll talk to them, give me a while."

He nodded again as Sara walked over to them.

The makeup artists immediately stood up and she waved her hand dismissively.

" It's okay! Why don't all of you go take a break?" She told them and they nodded, thanking her and left.

Her gaze flickered towards her secretary.

" Chaya...if you could just..."

" Yes Ma'am. Oh, um, before I leave, Sir had called, you were in a meeting at that time, he was asking which exact date's tickets should he book for London."

Yashasvi's jaw fell agape and he shook his head, wondering why was he surprised in the first place.

This was nothing new.

" I'll talk to him once I'm done. Don't worry about it."

The secretary nodded and left.

" Um...Jim's complaining the two of you aren't exactly comfortable doing this. I know and completely understand why, but guys, if you need to show this to the media, you gotta fake it. Work it out, and fake it. Lie the best and act the best you can, I've seen you act Eshanya, you're an excellent actress, and I'm positive you've got great potential too Yashasvi, so fake it. Because if you can't, they'll tell through your lies easily. And I'm not aware what led you to fake dating, but whatever or whoever be the reason, I'm sure you wouldn't want your plan to get ruined right? So do it. Go for it. I'm sure you can do it."

" Thanks Bhabhi. It was really needed."

" Thank you-Can I call you Bhabhi as well?"

Sara chuckled and Eshanya made a mental note of gushing over her to Tanvi later.

" You can call me Sara. I told the boys too, Ishan himself used to call me Sara before I started dating Shub, but if I tell either of them now, they all disagree."

" Bhabhi ko bhabhi na bole toh kya bole? Aur aap Bhabhi hi ho! And we all will bury Shubi alive if he ends up hurting you and letting you go-which I know he won't but still.."

Sara chuckled again.

Yashasvi could hear Shubman's voice in his head.

Bhabhi ka devar!

Dhokebaaz!

And I'm NEVER leaving her!

" I'll send the makeup artists in. Go break a leg!" She cheered and they smiled gratefully.

" We will!"

As soon as their touch up was done, they braced themselves for what was about to come, and walked out of the vanity room.

" Ready?" Jim asked and they nodded.

" Okay, so, Mr.Jaiswal, put your hand around Miss Singhania's waist, and stand closer to her, Miss Singhania, put your hand on Mr.Jaiswal's cheek, and push your face closer to his."

The two sighed and nodded, and stepped awfully close to each other, crossing their boundaries of private space, intimately close to one another,

And Yashasvi's arm wrapped around Eshanya's waist, his other hand under her chin as he tilted it up to make an eye contact.

Eshanya's soft palm came in contact with his cheek that instantly burned at the bare touch, and his breath hitched,

" Closer!" Came Jim's plea and they held back frustrated screams as she stepped between his slightly parted legs, and her knee brushed against his.

His eyes scanned her, and he wasn't going to deny, she looked absolutely pretty.

She wore a lavender dress-the colour looked beautiful on her, all colours did, but she looked extremely ethereal in lavender, with silver studs to go with it and a delicate silver choker, she looked like some celestial being descending from heaven.

Her soft black tresses were let down, descending over her shoulders, and he resisted the urge to tuck a loose strand behind her ear.

His gaze flickered down towards her lips as he leaned in slightly, not realising it and the flashlight went off on them.

" Perfect! You two look awesome. Three more shots to go. Okay so for this one, lock your foreheads, with your one hand behind Miss Singhania's nape, and one on cheek and your hands on his chest."

Yashasvi's palm went upto her cheek, and the other one on her nape as he leaned in and down, locking his forehead with her.

Eshanya's hands flew to his chest in reflex, and their eyes closed out of reflex as well.

And the flashlight went off on them again.

" That's perfect! For the next one, I need Miss Singhania seated on the chair with Mr.Jaiswal leaning from behind."

The staff was quick to get the chair and the table and Eshanya sat down, Yashasvi stood behind and leaned down, his arm around her shoulder, her elbow rested on the table, and he brushed his cheek against hers, their gazes fixated at the camera,

Their facial expressions did not give away the internal screaming that they were supressing.

The flashlight went off on them.

Yashasvi cupped her face and she was quick to turn her head towards him, her eyes boring into his, and their gazes simultaneously dropped, she looked down at the ring on his finger, while he stared at her lips, again.

And the flashlight went off on them for the last time of the day, for they scrapped the last idea.

They were not going to kiss on-screen and have it displayed before the world.

When Jim made an attempt to convince them, Sara, who herself appeared bewildered by the idea stood up and cleared her throat.

" That's an extreme level of PDA Jim. I'd already told you Allure isn't going to get so extreme with PDA."

" But Sara...this is for Vogue-" he tried arguing but she shook her head.

" Not so extreme." She said, her voice soft but her tone firm.

Jim sighed in defeat and quietly gave in.

Eshanya quickly rushed in and Yashasvi followed, and shut the door before anyone else could walk in.

" I told you this was a bad idea Singhania. We nearly kissed! " He glared at her.

" No we didn't Not even nearly! We didn't have to kiss!"

" That's solely because Bhabhi intervened!"

" Jaiswal this was important." Eshanya sighed exasperatedly.

" How?"

" You don't know Sharmin!"

" And you do? She went out with the guy you liked and you knew her?"

" SHUT UP! You don't get to talk about shit from my personal life!" She shot him a piercing glare.

" And you don't get to decide for both of us! I told you this would be a bad idea! This wasn't ideal!"

" I suggested the idea! An Advertisement would've done too! You insisted on a photoshoot did you not? And we're not even in a real relationship to begin with, so nothing in ideal here. Also what the fuck are you so pressed about? About not being able to kiss me?"

Yashasvi's jaw dropped as he was rendered speechless.

" You...you...do you even know what're you talking about? Can..can you even understand what're you saying?" His voice was drawn to a mere whisper.

" I do! Are you pressed about not having kissed me Jaiswal?" Eshanya arched a brow.

" No! No of-course not! Who'd want to kiss you anyway? I'm not dying to kiss you out of all people."

" Well that's great because neither am I! Now before you shutting the door like that starts getting even more suspicious, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

" Khol raha hoon, chillao mat!"

" Aisi harkate kam kiya karo phir, chillana band kar dungi!"

" Tum majboor karti ho mujhe!"

" Mai?"

" Haan tum!"

" Darwaza khol do, kaun kisse majboor karta hai baad mein dekhenge!"

And as he opened the door, with the stylists walking in, they sat down and glared at each other.

" Lover's quarrel." The staff chuckled and they let out barely audible scoffs, turning their heads away from one another.

Lover's quarrel indeed.