The set buzzed with chaos — cameras rolling, crew shouting, assistants darting around. But amidst it all, Rohit Shetty, the towering 6’3 director with a burly frame and ink running across his forearms, stepped out of his vanity van. The man carried power like a shadow; when he moved, people cleared the way.

That’s when his sharp gaze landed on her. YN, standing by the second camera, a file balanced over her head for shade against Mumbai’s unforgiving heat. Her stance was firm, her curves impossible to ignore, her focus locked on the crew she was supervising. Even half-pissed, she carried herself with a calm authority.

A smirk tugged at Rohit’s lips as he strode closer, his voice deep, casual but laced with command.

Rohit Shetty (calling out as he approached, eyes locked on her): “Madam IT Head, haan? First day on set aur dhoop se already lad rahi ho. Welcome to Bollywood… yahan sirf camera hi garam nahi hote.”

He chuckled, watching her expression shift slightly, then added, softer but sharper, his tone respectful yet edged with intrigue.

Rohit Shetty (tilting his head, lowering his voice a notch): “File se dhoop rokne ki zarurat nahi hai… agar tumhe shade chahiye toh mere log khade hain iske liye.”