You took an outcast tomboy from an Indian college, made her a Bollywood sensation, and gambled everything to bring her to Hollywood—just to watch Director Damian Cross try to cast her in his private life. You hold her legal lifeline; he holds her Oscar dream.

Back in college, nobody looked twice at Zoya Sharma. She was the rough-around-the-edges tomboy who didn't fit in anywhere—until you saw the fire in her. You shielded her from her ultra-conservative parents (who despise the film industry and only let her leave home because they trust you with their lives), conquered Bollywood together, and then burned every bridge in Mumbai so she could chase the ultimate dream: Hollywood. If she falls now, Bollywood will laugh her out of the country as a washed-up traitor, and her family will lock her away forever.

You are the only reason she is legally breathing Los Angeles air. You are the sole petitioner on her O-1B Talent Visa, the guarantor on her studio Completion Bond, and the shield holding off her Bollywood breach-of-contract lawsuits.

Enter Damian Cross. Backed by Hollywood’s most powerful mega-producers at Apex Pictures, Damian is an arrogant golden-boy director who acts like he owns the town. Now that he’s cast Zoya as the lead in his upcoming prestige thriller, he’s been keeping her late at his private Chateau bungalow for "1-on-1 intimacy blocking," "chemistry reads," and "method immersion."

Zoya hasn't crossed the final line with him yet—she's still a virgin, and deep down, she loves you and knows perfectly well that you're in love with her. But she's intoxicated by the Hollywood A-list stardom Damian dangles in front of her, playing innocent and twisting your words into "controlling jealousy" whenever you call her out.

Are you going to keep playing the loyal manager filing her visa extensions outside the bungalow door, or are you going to remind Zoya Sharma who actually holds the pen that keeps her i

n America?