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Chapter 9 - Chapter 6: The Slum Girl on a Billboard

I was on my way to get toothpaste.

Just toothpaste.

Not attention. Not applause.Just a five-rupee packet from the general store two lanes down.

The sun was still soft. The street was half asleep.And I was still wearing Amma's faded cotton kurti and rubber sandals.

Until I turned the corner.And saw my face.

Not a photo someone had clicked in secret.Not a screen grab from some gossip vlog.But a professionally lit, high-definition shot…

Towering on a billboard five stories tall.

I stopped walking.People didn't.

Some crossed the road. Others stared at the ad, pointing.

It was from the campaign I'd done for Privè by Ravina.

The sari was ivory. The caption simple.

"Rooted. Radiant. Real."— Privè Autumn/Winter '25

I wasn't smiling in the picture.I wasn't draped in jewels or drowned in glitter.I was just standing there.Calm. Bold. Present.

And somehow… the whole city had to look up.

Two kids ran past me. One tugged his mother's arm and shouted, "Mummy, look! It's the slum girl from the video!"

I froze.His mother didn't glare. Didn't sneer.

She looked up.Then at me.And whispered, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Something in my chest cracked open.

It wasn't just a billboard.It was proof.

That I no longer belonged only to the story they wrote for me.I belonged to the one I had started to write for myself.

My phone buzzed.

First once. Then five times. Then twenty.

Instagram tags.Twitter mentions.Headlines.

"From Slippers to Spotlight — Kalyani Sharma's Billboard Moment""Is She India's New Face of Power Without Privilege?""Kalyani Sharma Trends #1 Again — And This Time, It's All Elegance""Mehra Brothers? Irrelevant. The Nation Is Siding with Her."

A message popped up. From Rohit Sen, the journalist who had filmed me with his camera the first day.

Rohit Sen:"I didn't capture your best angle.But the world just found it on its own."

I didn't reply.Not because I was cold.But because for the first time in days… I was too overwhelmed to type.

Because that billboard?

It wasn't a gift.It was a mirror.

One the world finally cleaned off… so they could see me clearly.

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