YOU BELONG TO ME

CHAPTER FORTY ONE : EXPLOSIVE FAILURE.

As the sun began to set, a procession of luxury vehicles emerged on the horizon, their sleek silhouettes glinting in the fading light. Thirty convoys, a mesmerizing mix of black and white, converged in front of the event hall, their elegant curves and lines a testament to opulence. Black rangerovers , their tinted windows reflecting the sky's deepening hues, led the procession, followed by white stretch SUVs, their pristine paint jobs seeming to glow in the soft light.

The convoy's diverse array of vehicles, each one more breathtaking than the last, wound its way towards the event hall, their synchronized arrival a masterful display of coordination.

The red carpet stretched out like a welcoming tongue. Paparazzi, poised like predators, stood at the ready, their cameras primed to capture the perfect shot of the Makhtoum family.

As the Makhtoum family entered the grand event hall, they were met with a sea of expectant faces, a vast ocean of humanity stretching out before them. Millions of people, all eager and excited, packed the hall to capacity, their collective energy and anticipation palpable.

The air was electric, alive with the hum of conversation, the rustle of programs, and the soft glow of twinkling lights. Towering screens and massive LED displays loomed above the crowd, flashing images of Ashmaan's previous creations, building the suspense and excitement.

The crowd was a diverse tapestry, woven from threads of all ages, cultures, and backgrounds. Some were dressed in formal attire, while others wore designer clothes, but all shared a common purpose - to witness the unveiling of Ashmaan's latest masterpiece.

To the left, a sprawling lounge area offered an array of soft drinks, juices, and hors d'oeuvres, where guests mingled and chatted, their faces aglow with excitement. Nearby, a live band played a lively mix of music, their melodies and rhythms weaving in and out of the crowd's conversations.

On the right, a massive LED screen displayed a countdown timer, ticking away the seconds until the big reveal. Below it, a sleek, silver stage stretched out, shrouded in a veil of mystery, waiting for the moment when Ashmaan's new car would be unveiled.

The Family were ushered to their reserved seats in the front row, a plush, velvet-draped section of the hall that offered an unobstructed view of the stage. The seats themselves were designed for ultimate comfort, with soft cushioning and subtle lumbar support, ensuring that the family could relax and enjoy the proceedings without distraction.

As they settled in, the family was surrounded by the who's who of society, influential figures, and celebrities, all of whom were eager to catch a glimpse of Ashmaan's latest creation. The air was thick with the scent of designer perfumes and colognes, and the soft hum of conversation was punctuated by the occasional flash of a camera or the rustle of a designer handbag.

To their left, a discreet, crystal-topped table held a selection of refreshments, carefully chosen to cater to the family's tastes - champagne, canapés, and delicate finger sandwiches. A personalized, monogrammed placard on the table read "Makhtoum Family" in elegant, cursive script.

Ashmaan stood at the backstage, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of last-minute preparations. He was engaged in a conversation with his business associates, discussing the final details of the launch with confidence and authority.

As he spoke, Ashmaan's eyes scanned the area, his mind focused on the task at hand , the business associates left the place after the conversation. He also turned around to leave when someone stopped him by holding his hand.

Turing around, he saw Aamira standing there , her presence unwelcome. Ashmaan's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he acknowledged her. He removed his hand from her hold and made a move to leave when she suddenly came in front of him.