Unravelled Love || ✔️

♡CHAPTER 50♡

"Are these my choices?" I questioned, scanning the array of dresses, each one designed to make you look like a tempting target for wealthy businessmen.

"These aren't dresses; they could be classified as lingerie," Tara remarked, rifling through the garments next to me, pointing out the delicate, thin-strapped slip dresses.

"But you must wear something from this selection. There are no alternatives," the woman from earlier insisted, and I let out a resigned sigh.

I can't fathom how I ended up in this predicament.
As I prepare to get dressed, my mind races with thoughts of what lies ahead.

My palms feel clammy as I contemplate the future. Even if I'm not chosen, one of us will be, and they'll have to endure the company of those men for the entire evening.
I shut my eyes at the thought, my heart heavy with uncertainty. I'm at a loss for what to do next.

I somehow ended up in a somewhat respectable dress, even though it revealed more cleavage than I usually preferred, but it was still less revealing compared to some other options in this closet.

It was a Christy ruched bodycon Mini Dress-let's be real, it was alarmingly short, just barely covering my thighs.
Seriously, what are these people thinking, making us wear outfits like this?

The men around here are nothing short of predators! It's outrageous! The design clung to my curves a bit too closely, featuring a twist-front bust and a dual layer of fabric.

I desperately tried to pull the dress up over my bust, hoping it might magically elongate, but that was a lost cause. Just as I was struggling, a woman approached, ushering me to a nearby couch and swiftly starting on my makeup. "Is this necessary?" I inquired, to which she nodded but offered no verbal response.

"Just don't go overboard, please," I requested, yet she simply continued her work in silence.

After what felt like an eternity of her fussing with my face, she departed without acknowledging me, moving on to assist another woman.

Was that her way of saying she was done with me? Taking the cue, I stood up again, tugging at the fabric that felt all too revealing.
My throat was parched, and anxiety coursed through me as I realized time was slipping away-surely, those people would arrive soon.
I felt a surge of anger toward Adhrit.

What was he doing? Didn't he care about me? Was he even trying to find me? My emotions spiralled as I thought about how it seemed as if he wouldn't mind if something happened to me, and that horrifying notion made my heart race even faster.

The man urged us, "The guests have arrived; hurry up and take a seat in the room ahead." My heart raced as I complied with his command. "Why isn't she dressed yet?" he snapped, casting a glance at Gina, who sat there as if all life had drained from her.

"I am going to-" he began, anger bubbling to the surface, ready to unleash something I wouldn't tolerate, while she remained frozen in place.

"Just give us two minutes; I can get her ready," I intervened, causing him to size me up with a disdainful look.

Ugh! This situation was already overwhelming, and I wasn't sure how I could bear being in that room.

"Fine, if that's what you say," he sneered, turning to take the others with him.

As soon as they left, I rushed to sit in front of Gina.

"Gina, what's wrong? Are you alright?" I prompted, and finally, she met my gaze.

"Sana, I really can't fathom why my father has chosen this path for us, or why he would push me into it," she confessed, a solitary tear trailing down her cheek.