08-05-2026, 07:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-05-2026, 07:44 PM by Harries1. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
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**Hari:** (settling comfortably on the sofa, now facing her directly) “Neha, tell me more about your influencer life yaar. It looks so glamorous from the outside. What kind of promotions are you doing these days?”
**Neha:** (turns fully towards me, crossing one leg over the other, now sitting straight and facing me properly. She brushes her hair back with one hand, giving me a perfect view) “Haha, glamorous? Let me tell you the reality, Hari.”
She leans forward slightly while talking, and damn… readers, I’m not even joking — that white top was already dangerous, but the way she leaned gave just the right amount of deep, soft cleavage. The delicate gold necklace with the tiny diamond pendant rested perfectly between them, catching the light. It was impossible not to notice.
**Neha:** “Right now I’m doing a lot of restaurant promotions. Last week I went to this new Italian place in Banjara Hills. They gave me free food for the whole family and paid me only 15k for one reel and three stories. Can you believe it? 15k! I spent three hours there shooting, editing, and posting. And the food? Super oily and heavy. I took two bites for the camera and that’s it. I can’t afford to eat that stuff if I want to maintain my figure. My followers expect me to look good, na?”
**Hari:** “Only 15k? That seems low for someone with 200k followers…”
**Neha:** (laughs and rolls her eyes) “Exactly! Most restaurants are like this only. They think giving free biryani or pasta is enough. Last month I did a promotion for a famous Hyderabadi biryani place. They paid me 12k and expected me to post five times. I told them straight — ‘Sir, my rate is higher.’ But they begged me because my audience is mostly Telugu people. I did it, but next time I’m charging minimum 35-40k. No more cheap deals.”
She shifted again on the sofa, adjusting her top slightly. The deep neckline moved with her, giving another teasing view. My brain was struggling to focus on the conversation.
**Neha:** “Apart from food, I’m doing skincare and fashion promotions too. One international skincare brand is paying me really well — almost 80k for a series of reels. That’s decent. But some local clothing brands… ugh. They send me cheap dupattas and expect me to make them look luxurious. One brand even asked me to tag them in every story for a whole week for just 8k. I rejected it. I have standards now.”
**Hari:** (smiling) “You’ve become a proper businesswoman, Neha. 200k followers is no joke.”
**Neha:** (proud smile, tucking her hair behind her ear) “It’s not easy, Hari. Managing content, replying to DMs, dealing with brands, and still handling family pressure about marriage… it’s exhausting. But I love it. I get to wear whatever I want, travel sometimes, and earn my own money. That feeling is amazing.”
She looked at me with those expressive eyes, a small playful smile on her lips, clearly enjoying talking about her life.
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**Hari:** (settling comfortably on the sofa, now facing her directly) “Neha, tell me more about your influencer life yaar. It looks so glamorous from the outside. What kind of promotions are you doing these days?”
**Neha:** (turns fully towards me, crossing one leg over the other, now sitting straight and facing me properly. She brushes her hair back with one hand, giving me a perfect view) “Haha, glamorous? Let me tell you the reality, Hari.”
She leans forward slightly while talking, and damn… readers, I’m not even joking — that white top was already dangerous, but the way she leaned gave just the right amount of deep, soft cleavage. The delicate gold necklace with the tiny diamond pendant rested perfectly between them, catching the light. It was impossible not to notice.
**Neha:** “Right now I’m doing a lot of restaurant promotions. Last week I went to this new Italian place in Banjara Hills. They gave me free food for the whole family and paid me only 15k for one reel and three stories. Can you believe it? 15k! I spent three hours there shooting, editing, and posting. And the food? Super oily and heavy. I took two bites for the camera and that’s it. I can’t afford to eat that stuff if I want to maintain my figure. My followers expect me to look good, na?”
**Hari:** “Only 15k? That seems low for someone with 200k followers…”
**Neha:** (laughs and rolls her eyes) “Exactly! Most restaurants are like this only. They think giving free biryani or pasta is enough. Last month I did a promotion for a famous Hyderabadi biryani place. They paid me 12k and expected me to post five times. I told them straight — ‘Sir, my rate is higher.’ But they begged me because my audience is mostly Telugu people. I did it, but next time I’m charging minimum 35-40k. No more cheap deals.”
She shifted again on the sofa, adjusting her top slightly. The deep neckline moved with her, giving another teasing view. My brain was struggling to focus on the conversation.
**Neha:** “Apart from food, I’m doing skincare and fashion promotions too. One international skincare brand is paying me really well — almost 80k for a series of reels. That’s decent. But some local clothing brands… ugh. They send me cheap dupattas and expect me to make them look luxurious. One brand even asked me to tag them in every story for a whole week for just 8k. I rejected it. I have standards now.”
**Hari:** (smiling) “You’ve become a proper businesswoman, Neha. 200k followers is no joke.”
**Neha:** (proud smile, tucking her hair behind her ear) “It’s not easy, Hari. Managing content, replying to DMs, dealing with brands, and still handling family pressure about marriage… it’s exhausting. But I love it. I get to wear whatever I want, travel sometimes, and earn my own money. That feeling is amazing.”
She looked at me with those expressive eyes, a small playful smile on her lips, clearly enjoying talking about her life.
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