Hayat had fled Istanbul when her grandfather, Hasmat dada decided to take her back to her village and marry her off. Murat, the love of her life did not want anything to do with her. Years pass, she is a self-made renowned designer. What happens whe...
Théodore (Japanese descent but French by birth and now settled in Canada)
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Théodore: Calm down Hayat! You were not even this nervous at the time of your first show. Tell me what is wrong?
Hayat: I don't know I'm just having this feeling.. I'm just nervous today. I don't know why. I tried almost all calming techniques. Hardly any works!
Théodore: (Taking her hands into his hands) Look into my eyes. This is just like any other occasion, okay? This is totally your cup of tea! You've worked had and it has paid off! Trust me okay? Tonight is going to be perfect, just like you intend it to be.
Hayat: Geez thanks T! I won't let you down tonight.
Today marked the 5th Anniversary of Mon Amour, the French brand that swept fashion industry with its luxurious, classy and sexy fashion ideas. And to celebrate, the founder Théodore had organized an exclusive party. The guestlist was talk of the industry for weeks, but no one knew who was invited. Théodore had personally crafted his guestlist and the invites were sent secretly. The party featured a fashion show featuring exclusive dresses designed by Hayat.
Hayat, Théodore's lead designer. Ever since she joined the company, the company scaled new heights in an astonishing amount of time. Hayat was rare gem. In fact rarer than Tanzanite (a gem thousand times rarer than diamonds)Many brands wanted to sign her, but she chose to stick by his side for unknown reasons.
Back to the scene:
In the main hall the host of the show commenced today's occasion. The show started. The small party had almost 50-70 brand owners from across the world. They were not necessarily the most popular, but had brought some uniqueness to the industry. Almost everyone had their glass of preferred drinks when the lights were dimmed and the ramp was highlighted by the spotlights. The models were walking featuring exclusive dresses by Hayat and her team. Just when the guests thought they couldn't be amazed more, each dress amazed them more. And lastly the host announced the designer to walk down the ramp. As Théodore extended his hand, Murat could not believe his eyes. As everyone applauded the designer, Murat was frozen to his place. He could not believe his eyes. It was Hayat. His Hayat. The girl he searched for like madman for years. But something was different about her.
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Out she walked hand in hand with Théodore's; clad in a simple dress. But their hands were not what bothered Murat. It was her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes sharp as lioness. And their eyes locked. There was something in her eyes that didn't sit right with Murat. Pain, betrayal, anger and flash of second it was gone. Gone as if she didn't recognize him at all.
Hayat POV:
I could hear the ooos everytime a model walked out. I felt so happy and proud that this highly secretive guestlist of T is admiring my collection. And then it was time for me to walk the ramp. I chose a simple yet elegant dress. The focus for today was my collection not me. I found T extending his arm for me and waiting at the bottom of the stairs, starting of the ramp. I entwined my fingers with him and off I went. We were almost at the centre of the ramp ready to pose for the photographs when something caught my eye. Him. It was him. And everything fell into place. The nervousness before the show, the racing heartbeat at the beginning of the ramp. He looked weak and yet strong. Our eyes met for a second. They told a different story. But I gathered myself, this was not the time to get lost in them. Not now Hayat. T and I posed for few photographs and off we went. I climbed back the steps and exited the ramp.
As soon as I reached backstage I couldn't help but think. His eyes were blank, lifeless. Although he looked strong and poised to offer something new to the industry, he looked weak. He was no longer my Murat. Handsome, charming and eyes beaming with Happiness. My? Hayat control yourself He was the one who left you. He was never yours. The backstage was empty by now. Everyone was busy partying and dancing as the DJ switched up the music to pop. But the silence in my mind was killing me. I was pacing down the backstage when I realised someone had entered it. I turned around and it was Him. Murat.
Third person POV
The confidence, the elegance, the attitude, the eyes. She was no longer his simple bubbly Hayat. She was a ferocious woman. Woman who knew how to hunt with bare hands in a jungle full of wild animals while wearing a silk dress without getting it stained. (Their eyes locked, there was something in her eyes that didn't sit right with Murat). As soon as she exited the ramp and the party began Murat excused himself and went backstage. And there she was pacing down the backstage.
Hayat: You?
Murat:..
Hayat: What do you want now?
Murat opened his mouth to speak but Hayat continued:
T's party is downstairs. This is backstage. Inaccessible to the party guests. (in a harsh cold tone)
Murat: I.. I came to meet you (he said meekly)
Hayat: Now? After all these years. To meet me? (long pause) Me? You are too late. You and me don't have anything. You lost me the moment you refused to come to Giresun to stop my wedding or to at least help me run off.
Murat too numb to register any words she just said; pulls her in a tight hug. His heart finally found his home. His Hayat. Years of searching had not gone to waste. His Hayat was here. Angry on him for refusing to help her runaway from the marriage.
Wait what? Angry on him for refusing to help her runaway from the marriage? What was she talking about? He had come. He had come to ask for her hand in marriage or if necessary to elope with her.
Hello dear readers, I am new to this platform and to the world of writing. So sorry if the length of this sneak peak is too long or too short. Stay tuned to know what had happened. Was that a misunderstanding? Or was that Murat's delusional memories? Will Hayat return home? Will Hayat and Murat give each other another chance? Comment down to let me know your views. Also if you do like this story, please vote!
