The waiter served him the coffee and sheepishly slid a tissue paper and stood there . Dhairya looked at him confused , The waiter grinned sheepishly and said "Autograph please" , Dhairya had strong urge to throw coffee on waiter's face. But , but it was a bright sober morning and he had no intention to be the easy meat for media hounds . He had spotted atleast three of them in the crowd.
He appeared more jovial than usual and took Selfie with the waiter. This day is certainly going down the history, thought the waiter.
Mohan Lal was a middle aged fellow who earned his bread by making C grade movies. He was a despised man in the industry . In public , no one would associate with him however in private a lot of A -listers courted him. He arrived on time to meet Dhairya who had begun to enjoy the coffee served.
Dhairya had relaxed himself in the cane chair so he didn't bother to shake hands with Mohan Lal. He as a courtesy did not offer him any kind of greeting.
Mohanlal was used to such treatment
He took the chair and enthusiasticay begun the conversation :
He took the chair and enthusiasticay begun the conversation :
"The work I have for you will place you in the league of top actors." said Lal , whose stained teath & lips disgusted Dhairya.
" Look I know you are incapable of producing anything that would be critical acclaimed and I know you don't have a script too . What I need is money , and in your case complete anonymity" Dhairya had begun to feel restless , he needed a dope to control his anger .
Lal sat there quiet , he appeared to be lost in thought then he removed a packet of notes from the black pouch which was held by the wrist . He said "This is your advance money , I will call you in few days."
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