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Prithviraj Sukumaran And Wife Supriya Were At Kiara Advani-Sidharth Malhotra's Wedding. See Viral Pic

Prithviraj Sukumaran-Supriya with Karan Johar. (courtesy: @sridevisreedhar) Kiara Advani and Sidharth Malhotra‘s intimate wedding was attended by Prithviraj Sukumaran and his wife Supriya and this picture stands as proof. A picture of the couple posing with filmmaker Karan Johar from the wedding festivities has surfaced on Twitter. In the image, Prithviraj looks dapper in a white sherwani, while…

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A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

summary ꪆৎ when the paths of a girl who has stopped believing in love, and a guy who does everything in his power to show his love, cross,  it's bound to be a dynamic meet. A collision of two worlds that couldn't be further apart, yet fit like pieces of a puzzle.

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charles leclerc ferrari  f1 driver

MONEGASQUE ⭑.ᐟ 16th October 1997

her C ʚɞ

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ahaana patel bollywood actress 

INDIAN ⭑.ᐟ 15th March 1997

his Ahi ʚɞ

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ᝰ.ᐟ  she’s everything, and he just drives.

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Kiara Advani | Sidharth Malhotra by The Wedding Filmer

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Sidharth Malhotra and Kiara Advani in Manish Malhotra at the NMACC Gala

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Alia really said I’m going to show up to my ex’s wedding reception looking better than his wife.

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ab humari permanent booking ho gayi hai

[Image ID: four photos of Sidharth Malhotra and Kiara Advani at their wedding. They are dressed in traditional North Indian attire. Kiara is wearing a light pink lehenga with silver embroidery. She is wearing silver jewelery with emerald and diamond jewels. Sidharth is wearing a beige sherwani with a beige turban, and a necklace of gold, silver and diamond.:

PHOTO 1: Sidharth pressing a kiss to Kiara's cheek.

PHOTO 2: Kiara pressing a kiss to Sidharth's cheek.

PHOTO 3: Sidharth and Kiara leaning towards each other with smiles and folded hands.

PHOTO 4: Sidharth and Kiara smiling widely at each other as Kiara holds Sidharth's hand in her lap.

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Collin D'Cunha, the director of Call Me Bae, describes Ananya Panday as "one of the most hardworking actors I have ever worked with."

Director Collin D'Cunha must have struggled to juggle Call Me Bae's various tracks and episodes, as well as its large ensemble. He confessed as much, stating, "The long format shows are tough in their own way! However, as a director, it's tremendously rewarding to be able to explore multiple tracks and collaborate with an ensemble cast that brings the characters to life. I have to thank my HODs for making this a smooth trip with little hiccups because we were all working together toward a same creative goal. Thanks to our casting director, Panchami Ghavri, we were able to go through several rounds of tryouts. I was always certain that I wanted each character to be distinct from the others. For example, after we cast Agastya (Vihaan Samat), I realized I wanted Neel (Gurfateh Pirzada) to be diametrically opposed in every manner. So, even if they weren't my first choice, they were all my favorites!"

Collin felt confident Ananya Pandey could handle the demanding role. "I was certain that she would be able to pull off this role. She is one of the hardest working actresses I've ever worked with. She knew the entire screenplay word for word, not just her dialogues. She took on the character of Bae and exceeded my expectations. This character's arc is what initially drew me to the program. We live in the social media age, where someone may go viral overnight. But what makes Bae interesting is how she uses her celebrity to empower others," he explained.

Colin has gained valuable insights from his Bae Journey. "It's been an extremely fulfilling journey to work with very driven, likeminded creative people like my writers Ishita Moitra, Samina Motlekar, Rohit Nair and Somen Mishra," according to him. "I feel really fortunate to be able to make my debut with a series starring Ananya Panday and with the full support of Karan Johar, Apoorva Mehta, and the Amazon team. It's a genuine 'pinch me' moment. We all hope that this season is well-received and successful! And I'm extremely eager in seeing where Bae's path takes her next. I co-directed a series, which was produced by Dharmatic and Amazon Prime. I'm excited for it to be released sometime next year."

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Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, indeed.

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Viral: Kiara Advani And Sidharth Malhotra's Wedding Invitation. Pics Inside

A page shared this picture. (courtesy: purelysidkiara) Mumbai (Maharashtra): Newlywed couple Sidharth Malhotra and Kiara Advani’s wedding pictures are currently surfacing through the internet and the fans just can’t keep calm. The couple tied the knot in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan on February 7. After their intimate marriage ceremony, Sid and Kiara took to Instagram and dropped their dreamy wedding…

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A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

chapter ꪆৎ 1

summary ꪆৎ she's everything, and he just drives.

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

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Ahaana Patel was an enigma wrapped in stardom. She’d emerged onto the Bollywood scene with a debut that was nothing short of explosive, pro shaking up the industry and catapulting herself into the hearts of millions. She featured in a movie of one of the most celebrated Indian directors, Karan Johar, alongside her costars Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra, and hasn't looked back since. It was a journey no one, least of all her academically fixated parents in Ahmedabad, could have foreseen. From their meticulously structured plans of engineering degrees and Ivy League aspirations to the glitzy chaos of movie premieres and magazine covers, her story was the epitome of unpredictability.

Now, twelve years later, Ahaana strode confidently through the paddock of the Chinese Formula One Grand Prix. Her steps were light, but her presence was impossible to ignore. The roar of engines, the sharp tang of gasoline, and the relentless buzz of the crowd enveloped her in a world she had come to know well over the years.

Dressed in attire that matched the casual coolness of the paddock air, a fitted white top and denim skirt. Her hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos of travel, swayed gently as she moved, her signature smile lighting up the faces of everyone she passed.

The first race of the 2024 season was underway, and the paddock was a symphony of excitement. Engineers tinkered with machines that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, journalists scrambled for the perfect soundbite, and VIP guests mingled in their designer ensembles, trying to look like they belonged. Ahaana, however, didn’t need to try—she was a natural here.

“Ahi!”

The familiar Dutch accent cut through the cacophony, and Ahaana turned, her eyes narrowing playfully as Max Verstappen approached. Helmet in hand, the reigning world champion exuded confidence. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, but the moment he saw Ahaana, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“Max,” she greeted, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “Are you ready to win, or should I start drafting my consolation speech now?”

Max rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your faith in me is touching. Truly inspiring. Maybe you should stick to Bollywood instead of doubting world champions.”

“And miss this circus?” Ahaana gestured grandly at the bustling paddock around them. “Not a chance.”

Their bond was one of playful banter and unspoken trust, forged in the early days of her association with Red Bull. At first, their interactions had been fraught with the awkwardness of two young professionals forced into photoshoots and promotional events. But as time passed, they found common ground in their shared struggles—both carried the weight of their fathers’ expectations and both were determined to carve their own paths. What began as reluctant camaraderie soon blossomed into a sibling-like relationship. Max truly saw Ahaana as a little sister, and always would.

“Where’s Kelly?” Ahaana asked, scanning the crowd for Max’s girlfriend.

“She’s around,” Max replied, shrugging. “Probably hunting you down.”

As if on cue, Kelly Piquet appeared, her presence as radiant as ever. Spotting Ahaana, she broke into a wide grin and pulled her into a warm hug. “Ahaana! I didn’t know you were coming today. Otherwise, I’d have brought P—she misses you.”

Ahaana beamed. “I miss her too. We’re calling her as soon as these boys start driving their toy cars.”

“Toy cars?” Max echoed, feigning offense.

Before Ahaana could retort, another familiar voice joined the fray.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s golden girl.”

Ahaana turned to see Lando Norris, the ever-charming McLaren driver, strolling toward them. His grin was as cheeky as ever, his orange, oh sorry papaya, jacket standing out starkly against the sea of Red Bull merch.

“Lando,” Ahaana greeted with mock disdain. “Lost your way from all the oranges. Here let me show you, its that garage with a mark that looks like a disfigured comma.”

“It’s papaya and you know it. You’re obsessed with me , aren’t you?” Lando shot back, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Admit it—you came all the way here just to see me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t resist the charm of McLaren’s poster boy.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t deal with both of you.”

The banter continued until race preparations called for Max and Lando’s attention. Kelly and Ahaana waved them off, heading toward the lounge.

The race was a spectacle, with Max clinching victory and Lando following closely behind in P2. The podium celebrations were a blur of champagne showers and roaring applause, but the real festivities began that evening.

The group—Max, Kelly, Lando, Carlos Sainz, Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, and Ahaana—found themselves in a luxurious nightclub, the VIP section buzzing with energy. Neon lights danced across the room, the bass of the music reverberating through their bodies.

“Did you hear?” Rebecca leaned closer to Kelly and Ahaana, her voice conspiratorial. “Apparently, Alex cheated on Charles.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

Ahaana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How do you know?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Word travels fast in the paddock. Apparently, Charles tried to break up with her, but she keeps avoiding the conversation.”

“Classic denial,” Ahaana remarked, sipping her drink.

Kelly shook her head. “Why doesn’t he just cut her off?”

“He wants a clean break,” Rebecca explained. “But Alex is… persistent.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the night wore on. Lando, ever the photographer, took candid shots of the group, earning playful protests from his friends.

By 3 A.M., the nightclub was still alive with energy, but Ahaana needed a breather. She stepped out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The city lights stretched out before her, their glow reflected in the glass of the towering buildings.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Hey, Ferrari,” she said, spotting Charles Leclerc leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Charles glanced at her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Ahaana replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But you looked like you could use some company.”

Charles chuckled softly, though the melancholy in his eyes remained. “Maybe I do.”

Ahaana joined him at the railing, their gazes fixed on the cityscape. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence between them comfortable.

“Rough night?” Ahaana asked eventually.

Charles hesitated before nodding. “Something like that.”

Ahaana studied him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, brooding doesn’t suit you. You should try smiling—it might just solve all your problems.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, albeit faintly. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone light. “But if you’re not ready to smile yet, I’ll settle for a drink.”

Charles handed her his glass without a word. She accepted it, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. The neon lights from the club painted her features in hues of pink and blue, her hair catching the faint breeze. There was something about her—an effortless charm, a warmth that drew people in.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Ahaana,” she replied, extending a hand.

Charles took it, his grip firm but gentle. “Charles.”

“I know,” Ahaana said with a grin. “You ready to party now, Red?”

Charles chuckled, a genuine laugh this time, and downed the rest of his drink. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, the night took on a new energy, two strangers finding unexpected companionship amidst the chaos of flashing lights and thundering music.

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ᝰ.ᐟ first part! i know this isn't much, but i plan on writing more and this is just the start. i hope you aren't freaked out by the rather rustic writing and keep reading the chapters to come!

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Guys, guys, guys new ME AND WHO?? pics just dropped!!!!!!

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Another Bollywood happily ever after..

“Ab humhari permanent booking hogayi hain..”

Just married - Kiara Advani | Sidharth Malhotra

Jaisalmer, Rajasthan

Bride and groom both wearing Manish Malhotra (jewlery + outfit). Photography NOT by Joseph Radnik I think bc I see he’s in Udaipur rn not Jaisalmer but maybe he took the photos then left lol

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