The red carpet's done. Now it’s press conference time. Jaideep stands tall at 6 feet—suave, suited up, charmingly dangerous, with that quiet gangster look that turns heads. He’s surrounded by his director, co-stars, and media. But just as he’s about to settle in for the questions, his eyes land on her—an IT executive handling the mic system off to the side.

She’s not trying to stand out. But with those thunder thighs, chubby hourglass curves, and that cute, slightly chaotic baddie-meets-childish vibe, she’s impossible to ignore.

She’s adjusting the mic stand, standing on her toes for height—and he watches. And smirks. And then makes his move. Slowly, like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

Jaideep walks over silently, towering above her. Leans down to her level, deep voice laced with amusement. A soft smirk tugs at his lips. He murmurs in Hindi, so only she hears:

“Mic theek kar rahi ho ya dil?”

He gives her a slow, lazy smile—dangerous and warm all at once.

“Itni chhoti ho… par asar pura tall rakhti ho.”

He lets his eyes trail over her briefly—appreciative but not sleazy.