"Hi." Said I looking at Girijah. She had changed a lot in this ten years. She was totally a tomboy when the last time I had seen her. But now she was totally a different person. The glam world had changed her fully.

She looked at me in a way that she never knew me. Then after coming a little closer to me she made an expression that she was finally able to recognise me.

She gave me a formal smile and said, "Oh my goodness! Mr. Vivaan Malhotra. I just can't believe my eyes it's the richest bachelor of India standing in front of me. Oh my....."

I shattered from within. She has forgotten me? This was the only thing that was in my mind at that time.

Again a bunch of girls were around me after they heard her loud exclaim.

Really have I changed so much that she couldn't even remember my face? I asked to myself.

"Hi. Mr. Malhotra but why did you just called me?"

I decided to keep myself a secret to her and said," Umm. I just wanted to offer you an add film for my new product." Said I remembering that my company was going to launch a luxury perfume very soon.

"Umm so you want me as the model?" Asked she.

"Umm. I would like if you would go through the cinematography too. I've seen your works they are worty of appreciation." Said I.

"Okay. So Sir when can we just discuss about this?" Asked She.

"You can just come to my office in my house in Bandra tomorrow moring at sharp ten." Said I.

"Sure Sir. I'll be there. It would be a honour to work for you." Said She formally.

I hated this formality with her. She was my childhood buddy damn. Even I loved her since. I was feeling like punching her at her face and tell her that I was Vivaan, her childhood friend. It was just that I had grown up then.

But I couldn't do it as by the time media had gathered around us.