"Aira, shall I stand like this?" he asked, "Or like this?" He changed his pose.
My throat went dry. He was looking good. In fact, too good.
I nodded. "Yes, this is good," I said.
"Hmm ok." He stood in a pose, and I clicked it. I handed him the phone.
"Oh nice! Acha aya hai," he said, and removed his sunglasses.
I couldn't quite look at him.
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