I don't really have anything to do today. I'm just wondering what I should do. The shooting has started again. Since the shoot on the lakeside is done, that area is now empty—so I decided to go there. When I got there, I saw a lot of gardenia flowers fallen under the tree. I sat down on the ground and picked them up. There was some thread in my bag. I used that to make a flower garland. The garland turned out so big that I couldn't wear it around my neck—but it looked like a crown, so I wore it on my head.
I was just sitting there. What a beautiful place it was. A cool breeze was blowing. I was enjoying the view when suddenly a man came up to me and said,
"Sino ka? At paano ka nakapasok dito?"
I told him to speak in English. He called someone else who could speak English. Another man came over and said,
"Who are you? And how did you get in here?"
I calmly explained everything. After hearing me, he told the man beside him something. At first, they thought I entered without permission, but when they realized I hadn't, they started talking nicely. Then, the one who spoke English sat down beside me and kept chatting. The man next to him was saying something too. Those people didn't really seem very decent.
So, I got up and left, heading toward the shooting area. They followed behind me. What's their problem?
And my off-shoulder top kept slipping down—I kept adjusting it again and again.
I saw that shooting was going on. Alex and Alina had changed outfits again. Suddenly, I saw the director gesturing toward me to come over. I was shocked—why is he calling me? Everyone nearby was also looking at me in surprise.
I looked at Alex. I saw he was also looking at me, surprised.
I went closer. The director smiled and said,
"Hi sexy. Ang ganda ng korona ng bulaklak sa ulo mo."
I didn't understand most of it, but I did catch the "Hi sexy" part.
Me: "Please speak in English."
Director: "So you're not from here? Then which country are you from? Do they have such sexy girls there too?"
What a disgusting man. Is that even a proper question? If this wasn't Alex's workplace, I'd have already given him a good reply. Everyone was listening. This director had no shame. But anyway, I've already made a fool of myself today, so I just have to tolerate whatever happens now.
Me: "I'm from Bangladesh."
Director: "Oh okay. What's your name?"
Me: "Jiya."
Director: "Jiya, you don't talk much. Listen, sexy, that flower crown on your head—go and put it on Alina. It matches her outfit."
Why beat around the bush? He could've just said it straight.
I went over. Alex was standing on my left side. I placed the flower crown on Alina's head.
I looked at Alex for a moment.
Our eyes met ❤️.
Oh God, he looked so beautiful.
"The way my eyes must've admired you... no face has looked beautiful to me since."🦋
The moment I saw him, my chest started to hurt. My heart started pounding loudly. I looked at him and placed a hand on my chest. Somehow, I managed to walk away. If I had stayed there a moment longer, tears would have started falling.
I moved a bit away and sat down. I took deep breaths to calm myself.
While I was sitting, someone came and told me the director was calling me again.
Ugh! What's with this man—why is he calling me again? I already don't like him.
I went over. The director was sitting in the middle of the shoot. Not far from him, Alex and Alina were sitting together.
As I walked up, the director stood up and said,
"Sexy, hey sexy, I need your top for Alina's next scene. If she wears this color, Alex and Alina will look good together."
What, are you people so poor that you shoot scenes with other people's clothes?
The director grabbed the fabric near my shoulder and pulled it. Since my off-shoulder top was already slipping, my bra started to show. He pulled the fabric closer and said,
"You're so hot."
After saying that, he held my jaw tightly and brought his face closer to mine."
Tears started falling from my eyes.
Before he could say anything else—
Alex punched the director hard in the face.
His nose started bleeding immediately.
Then Alex just kept hitting him over and over.
Everyone on set tried to stop him, but no one could get close.
Even Alina tried several times to stop him, but she couldn't.
I went too, screaming—but Alex shouted at me,
"Get out of here!"
Alina and I stood completely still.
At one point, the director's condition got really bad. His whole body was smeared in blood.
Alex's rage... I understood it today.
The director couldn't even get up anymore. He was in terrible shape.
Alex was still hitting him.
Alina went again and said,
"Calm down, that's enough!"
Alex shouted,
"How am I supposed to calm down? He bad-touched a girl!"
Alex finally stopped hitting him.
In that bloody, broken condition, the director said,
"Alex, you hit a director. If this news spreads, your career will be finished."
Alex yelled back with fury,
"I'm Alex Astor. Keep that in mind."
And then he kicked the director hard in the face again.
The director collapsed to the ground.
Then Alex looked at me and shouted,
"Don't ever wear that dress again!"
Tears started pouring from my eyes again.
I didn't wear it on purpose.
He came to me, put a jacket on me, and softly said,
"Stay here,I'll drop you" 😳
Alina was watching both of us.
She clearly didn't like the fact that Alex was helping me.
It's natural—seeing your own partner helping another girl can feel wrong.
I said,
"I can go by myself."
Alex replied,
"Do as I say."
I was about to say something again, but Alex glared at me angrily.
What is happening? Are these things really happening to me?
Meanwhile, Alina's aunt arrived to take her home.
Alina didn't say a word. She just looked at Alex and me and then walked away.
I don't want to be the reason for problems between them.
I don't want to be the third person in someone else's story.
I know I will never have you.
That's why I'll keep loving you from afar.
At least you both stay happy—that's all I wish for.