Zara Khan had just finished her tenth magazine cover shoot of the month. The air in the studio still smelled of hairspray and ambition. As she stepped out of the blinding ring lights, her manager, Riya, handed her a phone buzzing with notifications.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
That evening, she slipped away from her own success party. The bass of the music thumped through the walls of the Mumbai mansion as she walked barefoot to the pool house. There, she found her co-star, Dev, nursing a whiskey.