Rhapsody of love

02 "The perfect blend"

Ruhi kapoor

I woke up to the sound of my personal assistant, Maya, gently knocking on my bedroom door. "Good morning, Miss Ruhi. It's time to rise and shine.

"Ah!, Maya, you're cockblocking me again, can I please just get back to my makeout session with Mr. Dreamy now."

"Come on, you're still fantasizing about shaan zarren, despite his good looks and fame as a musician, Snap out of it, Cinderella, the fashion show isn't going to wait for your fairy godmother to get you ready." Maya's yelling is so loud I'm considering snacks to cope.

Maya is more than just my personal assistant, she is also my closest friend, whom I met at a fashion show and have been inseparable with ever since and to be honest, she's incredibly beautiful, both inside and out, and I'd be willing to give up my lifelong passion for pizza for her, a sacrifice that's almost significant as giving up breathing itself, so great is my devotion to pizza.

I mutter under my breath, "fine, I'm getting up," in an annoyed tone.

"I'll be waiting downstairs, so don't even think about hitting the snooze button."

I roll my eyes

As maya leaves, i spring into action, taking my morning routine with the enthusiasm of a sloth on caffeine, before transforming into a stunning gown-wearing diva, ready to take on the day.

Ruhi's outfit ✨

I head downstairs to find everyone enjoying their breakfast.

And then there's my stepmother giving me the evil eye over her morning cereal, because who needs a spoonful of sugar when you can have a glare?

"Ruhi, you've finally decided to join the land of the living, now stop hovering like a ghost and come fuel up with some breakfast."

After my mother's passing, my father, prithvi Kapoor, found love and support with Amrita, a trusted business associate who was there for him during a difficult time. However, she consistently displayed a cold nature, only pretending to be kind infront of my father.

I nod in assent and sit down opposite my stepmother, savoring my breakfast.

"Ruhi beta, my talented daughter, I wish you all the best for your fashion show today, I have no doubt that your designs will dazzle the audience." My father says proudly.

Amrita interrupts with a sly grin spreading across her face, "yes, dear, you're so talented. But don't forget your father's business comes first. You can't let your little hobby distract you from your responsibilities."

"Fashion is not Just a hobby, Amrita maa! It's my passion and my career. And I won't let anything get in the way of my dreams." I exclaim in an exasperated tone.

"I have faith in my daughter's ability to make wise choices, and I respect her autonomy, allowing her to live life on her own terms."

"Thanks dad!"

"I'm running late for my fashion show, I must leave now."

I rush out of my seat and sprint towards the main entrance, where Maya awaits me besides my Lamborghini, a birthday gift from my father last year.

"Maya, we should hurry, we're running behind the schedule."

Maya grumbled, "I'm shocked, SHOCKED, that I was the one who overslept, who would have guessed?"

"Calm down babygirl, I've got this, and we sped off to the fashion show, because clearly, the world was waiting for us."

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We were relieved to arrive on time and thrilled that the designer's not only appreciated but also approved my design's. I was still on a high from fashion show, after dropping Maya off at her home, I decided to treat myself to a nearby cafe The cozy cup. As I waited in line, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride.

When it was my turn to order, I was happily chatting with the barista when suddenly, a clumsy Oaf bumped into me, spilling espresso all over my white dress and his suit.

"You chumsy Oaf!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing with anger as I attempt to remove the stains from my dress. But as my gaze shifted, my eyes widened in shock. "You!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with surprise and annoyance.

Samar, my childhood acquaintance, stood before me, his eyes locked on mine, I walked away with a sassy hair flip, and he was too busy perfecting his "who me?" Face to even pretend to be sorry. His egoism was evident.

My heels clicking on the pavement as I made my way to my Lamborghini. I couldn't believe Samar's audacity, his complete lack of regard for others. As I slipped into the driver's seat, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As I started engine and pulled out of the parking lot, my mind began to race with thoughts of our past. Samar and I had grown up together and attended the same school, our families frequently socializing. But as we got older, our interactions became more strained. I remembered the way he would mock me, tease me mercilessly, and exclude me from his little cliques.

I accelerated onto the highway, the window whipping through my hair as I sped away from the cafe. I couldn't shake off the feeling of frustration and anger that Samar always seemed to evoke in me.

I also can't shake the memory of the incident, which continues to weigh heavily on my mind and heart.

Mr arrogant!

Why did he always have to be so arrogant, so dismissive? Why couldn't he apologize sincerely, just once?

As I drove, the city lights blurring together, I found myself replaying every encounter I'd ever had with Samar. Every snide comment, every condescending smile, every time he'd made me feel small.

I realized that my anger wasn't just about the coffee incident—it was about years of built-up resentment, years of feeling belittled and ignored.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but my mind was still racing. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Later that night, I was on a brink of entering dreamland when my phone decided to rudely interrupt with an email, because sleep is overrated.

I was so stunned by the email I nearly launched myself into the orbit over my bed, and it turns out some big shot businessman is actually a fan of my men's collection and wants me to design something for him, because apparently my stuff is fancier than i thought.

I instantly dialed Maya's number and spilled the beans about the mail, including all the juicy details she didn't ask for.

BITCH!

"Shaan's concert is tomorrow and I'd rather give up pizza for life than miss it, but alas, i have a meeting that's threatening to ruin my melody." I speak with a tone of sadness.

"Don't worry, babe, the concert is at evening, and I've got a plan to wrangle a meeting with this businessesman in the morning without losing my mind." She replies.

"You're the pizza delivery guy of my sanity, arriving just in time to save me from certain doom!" I express myself with a sense of relief.

"Your pizza and you, a match made in cheesy heaven."

Lol!

I abruptly hung up on Maya and instantly entered a dreamy coma, visions of my musical soulmate's concert dancing in my head.