"Fix a damn meeting Shreyansee!" Kunal roared.
Shreyansee sighed after trying to make this statue of stubbornness understand her side of the story. When she saw no progress, she sighed agreeing to Kunal's words.
A notification distracted her when her eyes lit in joy.
"Well I think I can fix a meeting right now!" She blabbered.
Kunal was feeling happy from the news. Finally the designing contract of the hospital will be taken from a nobody and given to one of the best and richest designers.
"How?" He was eager to know!
"She is currently in my sister's wedding venue...maybe you can talk to her about the termination of contract and get the papers signed by evening." Shreyansee explained exciting Kunal even more.
"Let's go!" Without any further delay, he left the office to meet the CEO of WOW Designers.
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"Swara! Swara!" Samira yelled.
A girl in her shorts and crop top, with messed up hair ran into the hall...holding a cup of tea in her hand.
Upon entering, her leg banged against the basket of flowers kept right in front of her foot but she balanced herself spilling a little bit of tea on the floor.
"Swara! Please help me with this."
She instantaneously looked at Samira with wide eyes.
Samira pointed at her wedding dress lying on the bed.
"I have rashes because of the heavy dresses I've been wearing throughout the function. Please try this on, our body types are same and if it fits you...it fits me!" She pleaded with puppy eyes.
Swara seemed startled. Samira was at least a decade younger to her whereas her body had already birthed a child. She had stretch marks all over her belly...her face was not spared by wrinkles and slowly her body ached if she overworked herself and now taking an elevator instead of the stairs was beginning to be her thing.
To a person like this, when Samira told that their body types were similar was something that Swara couldn't stop blushing about. She loved this complement.
"Swara?"
Swara snapped out of her trans, immediately rushing over to Samira and handing over the cup of tea.
"Wear this please!" Samira kept the cup of tea on her dressing table .
Should I wear it? Swara glances at the lehenga.
Oh god! This is so stylish, I doubt such designs existed in our times. Swara's mind wandered.
"Thanks babe! You're the sweetest." Without any further argument Samira went on to assume that Swara agreed to her proposal. She hugged her tight and ran out of the room, dragging everyone other than Swara closing the door on her way out.
Looks like I have no choice. She picked up the outfit.
The lehenga was a Magenta colored long dress, with a heavy flowered embroidery of green, baby pink and a silver outline to the dress giving it a very royal touch.
As Swara, pulled on the skirt, it stopped right below her belly button, whereas the blouse was a royal variation of a bralette with magenta net like material of the cloth emerging from the cleavage on to the sides of her arms making it look like an off shoulder top.
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