The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the bustling streets of Mumbai. He stood on his balcony, a soft breeze tousling his hair, and let out a sigh of contentment. It was the third week of filming new music video, and he was falling in love with this vibrant city. The vibrant colors, the hearty laughter of the streets, and the aroma of street food filled the air. Honestly, what wasn’t there to love

As a K-pop idol, he was used to the shimmering lights of stages and the raucous cheers of fans. But amid the glamour, he always sought authenticity, and India was more than just a backdrop for my latest project; it breathed life into his soul

Yet, there was something lurking beneath the surface of his idyllic surroundings. A few days ago, during a preparation meeting with the crew, an uninvited face emerged—an unfamiliar figure standing in the shadows of the studio. The moment our eyes met, a chill shot through me. He dismissed it as paranoia, the byproduct of constant scrutiny as a public figure. But the feeling didn't leave

Each new day unfolded like a scene from a script, filled with rehearsals and laughter. His teammates were amazing, fueling his energy with their passion and drive. He had built friendships, laughing away the pressures of fame during our breaks. Yet every time he returned to his apartment, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The shadows seemed a little darker, the silence a little heavier

Aoora: he is walking in streets after he gets break he listens music on his earphones