He is a Nymphomaniac.

Rose's team was gathered outside the make-up room anxiously. They, so much wanted to go inside and console their boss. But seing the closed door, none of them dared to disturb them.

Inside, Rose was feeling a little better finally convincing her mind that things were not so bad. They had completed their performance atleast and her malfunction was not so bad either. She looked thankfully in Rhehan's eyes and smiled at him.

Rhehan again felt a sharp pain in his chest. Rose was thinking that he was his saviour, but he was the sole reason for this incident. He did not have the heart to look at her face or smile back at her.

The guilt was engulfing his body. How could he have been so rashless? He had always repected women. His face was growing red in despair and he suddenly dashed out of the room, leaving Rose stunned. The moment he stepped out of the room, Rose's staff stood up alert.

"Take care of her. I have a very important task to do," he said and left.

Rhehan was always invited to such impactful fashion events and was considered as the prime guest of every international event. Rhehan waited for the ongoing performance to finish and as soon as the designer left the stage and the host was about to announce the next event, Rhehan quickly took the mike in his hands.

As soon as Rhehan held the mike, their was dead silence in the entire auditorium. People were curiously looking at him, trying to figure out his intentions.

Rhehan was back to his usual grace and charm. His face had a smile which was melting away every girl's heart in the auditorium. His perfect built was more visible now, since he was not wearing his blazer but only a well-fitted white shirt.

"Good Afternoon Everybody.....