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Chapter 16- Mystery Model End

Harraz entered the room and sat across from her, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. She wore a short dress that revealed a generous amount of cleavage, as though she wanted to draw attention to herself.

"Haslin?" Harraz asked.

"Yes, I am," she replied with a smile.

"Do you remember me? We've met before." She nodded. "Yes, of course. You're Harraz Khan, the handsome CEO of Harraz Holdings. We've met before, haven't we?"

Harraz smirked. "Were you Dev's final model that night?" She nodded again.

"You look different," Harraz said, studying her eyes. They weren't the eyes he remembered.

"Um... I was wearing a veil that night," she answered quickly. "That's probably why you couldn't recognize me."

"I see. Then why did you run away that night? It seemed like you were trying to avoid me."

"Oh... I-I was in a hurry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you." Harraz said nothing. He simply stared at her, his expression unreadable.After a long silence, he let out a quiet sigh.

"So... it wasn't a mistake. You're the one I've been looking for, Haslin. Do you know how much effort I put into finding you? I finally succeeded." Haslin smiled softly.

"Me too. I never imagined you'd be looking for me after such a brief meeting."

"I searched for you because I liked you," Harraz admitted. "I've never felt this way about anyone else. Even though I never saw your face, something about you stayed with me. I thought you were special."

He extended his hand.

"Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Harraz Khan."
Haslin immediately reached out to shake his hand without thinking. But just before their hands could touch, Harraz pulled his hand back.

He stood up. "Thanks for confirming it." Haslin frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Harraz looked at her with a calm but disappointed expression.

"Now I'm certain..." He paused.

"You're not her." Haslin's eyes widened in shock.

"What? Why? I'm the model you've been looking for."
Harraz's gaze never left hers.

"No," he said quietly. "The woman I met that night would not shake my hand withou hesitation."

He gave a faint, knowing smile.

"But the real mystery Model I'm looking for ... never would have reached for it."

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After leaving the meeting, Harraz headed straight to Adil's office. Adil looked up from the files on his desk. "Did you meet her?" Harraz nodded and dropped into the chair opposite him.

"I did."

"So... was she the woman you've been searching for?"
Harraz shook his head.

"No."

Adil frowned. "Are you sure? She claimed to be the final model."

"She lied." Harraz leaned back with a weary sigh. "I only needed confirmation. Now I know for certain she isn't the woman I saw that night."

Adil remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"The woman I'm looking for would've never reacted the way Haslin did." Harraz's voice was calm but firm. "I was chasing the wrong person."

He glanced at the investigation file lying on Adil's desk.

"Discontinue the investigation." Adil looked at him in surprise. "You want me to stop looking?"