Misc. Erotica Making of a Heroine

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Now it was crystal clear to me that last time when I did not turn around and go to him, he felt disrespected and it was because of that he had told the Producer to replace me and also Arjun.



As Arjun looked at me, his expression conveyed that it was because of me he was getting replaced by Venkatesh, “sir, if you thought I had had disrespected you, you should have changed me, not Arjun,” as I said in an emotional tone.  “Venkatesh, take them away before they spoil my mood,” the Cameraman said in an angry tone, indirectly telling me and Arjun to get out.


Arjun, who has been trying to become a Hero for so many years, could not believe that the Cameraman with him he was so close to, had told the Producer to remove him from the Film, shattering all his dreams, and began kneeling in front of the Cameraman and began crying.  “Sir, this is unfair, how can you punish me for the mistake I have never committed?  Did I disrespect you in any way?,” as Arjun began apologising for nothing he did, I started feeling guilty for ruining Arjun’s chances of becoming a Hero.  Immediately I went on my knees and kneeling next to Arjun, “Sir, I am sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you.  Please Sir, accept my apology,” as I began begging the Cameraman, “you spoiled Arjun’s life, and you should be apologising to Arjun, not me,” the Cameraman said and began going back to his bedroom.


“Please sir,” as Arjun began begging, and following him, “Venkatesh, if you don’t take them away from my sight, I will tell the Producer to replace you with some other guy,” as the Cameraman shouted, and went inside his bedroom, naturally even Venkatesh got scared.  “Let's go guys,” Venkatesh exclaimed and began taking us out.


As we walked out with our dreams shattered, I could not even face Arjun, and he was totally heartbroken.  “I am sorry, Arjun,” as I whispered and at, he did not even care to look at me, understandably, because it was because of me his dream got shattered.  As  Venkatesth got inside the Car, and without even looking at me, Arjun went and sat next to Venkatesh.  “Get in, Meera,” as Venkatesh exclaimed and I sat in the back seat, and he started the car and began moving.  “How could you disrespect him, Meera?  He is one of the Top Cameraman in entire South India and also worked in Hindi and Bengali Films,” as Venkatesh exclaimed, looking at me through the rear view mirror, I did not want to explain to him about how I felt after I got fingered and felt up thoroughly by the Cameraman, and I kept quiet.