This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
The fashion show reached its peak as the names echoed—Arun Fashion House, Opulent Origin, Silhouette Society. But all eyes turned to SA Star Adrian Co., the bold new collaboration between Adrian and Shayantika. Their designs had captivated the room, leaving everyone wondering: could the newcomers outshine the legends? The answer hung in the air, the tension unbearable. Who would walk away victorious?
The Main day to announce the winners... the day we all were excited for!!
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Adrian Singhania
The soft glow of the bedside clock read 6:00 AM as I blinked awake, the room still cloaked in pre-dawn darkness. The thick curtains of our hotel suite did little to muffle the distant sounds of the city that never slept. Last night's adrenaline still hummed faintly in my veins, remnants of the exhilarating chaos that was the fashion show.
I turned my head to the side, my gaze landing on Shayantika nestled peacefully beside me. Strands of her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her steady, rhythmic breathing brought a sense of calm to the otherwise restless morning. The subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath the satin sheets was mesmerizing, and for a moment, I found myself simply watching her, captivated by her serene beauty.
Careful not to disturb her, I eased myself out of bed and padded quietly across the plush carpet towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. Drawing back the edge of the heavy drapes, I peered out into the early morning skyline. The city lights twinkled against the inky backdrop, and a hint of amber on the horizon hinted at the approaching sunrise.
Despite the hour, sleep eluded me. The anticipation of finding out who had won the fashion show gnawed at my thoughts. Arun Fashion House, Opulent Origin, Silhouette Society, and our collaborative brand, SA Star Adrian Co., had all brought their A-game last night. The competition had been fierce, each collection pushing boundaries and setting new standards. But deep down, I believed in what we had created. The synergy between Shayantika's visionary designs and my business acumen had birthed something truly exceptional.
A soft rustling behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced over my shoulder to see Shayantika stirring, her eyes fluttering open slowly. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light before her gaze settled on me.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice husky with sleep as she propped herself up on one elbow.
I offered her a small smile. "Too much on my mind, I guess," I replied, letting the curtain fall back into place as I moved towards the bed. "Didn't mean to wake you."
She shook her head, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. "You didn't. I think my internal clock is still wired from last night's chaos."
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and she reached out, placing a warm hand over mine. Her touch was comforting, grounding me in the moment.
