Khushi Kapoor gives sister Janhvi Kapoor a head massage ahead of her big Cannes 2025 debut
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Fun Moments at Cannes with Friends
On Tuesday, Orry posted several photos and videos on Instagram showcasing fun moments with friends at Cannes. The snapshots captured him and Khushi strolling through French streets, taking a boat trip with Shikhar Pahariya, and indulging in ice cream by the ocean.
A Relaxing Champi Before the Big Event
He also posted a video capturing a relaxing moment where Khushi gave Janhvi a champi.
Janhvi remarked, 'This is how I prep, you need a good champi, no matter where you are.' When Khushi wondered if she was doing it properly, Janhvi encouraged her, saying, 'You should go harder. I think you're being conscious about your nails.' Khushi then admitted she was careful to avoid pulling Janhvi's hair.
Celebrating Indian Roots at Cannes
The video featured the caption, 'You can take the girl out of India but can't take India out of the girl.'
Additional photos and clips captured Orry enjoying moments with Mouni Roy and Urvashi Rautela. When sharing the post, he added, 'If you lament, that's a shame you Cannes hang with us.'
Janhvi's Show-Stopping Red Carpet Looks
Janhvi's debut stole the spotlight, with her and cousin
impressing everyone with their stunning red carpet ensembles. In a heartfelt homage to her mother, Sridevi, Janhvi wore a beautifully crafted
handwoven real tissue skirt and corset from Banaras, elegantly finishing the look with a dupatta draped over her head.
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Upcoming Projects for Janhvi Kapoor
On the work front, Janhvi is gearing up for her upcoming film 'Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari', where she stars opposite
. The movie, directed by Shashank Khaitan, also features
and Sanya Malhotra in prominent roles and is slated to hit theaters on September 12. Additionally, Janhvi will be seen sharing screen space with Sidharth Malhotra in 'Param Sundari', which is scheduled for release on July 25.
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