𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 9

The next morning, I woke up feeling excited and a little nervous. Today was the day I would visit the client’s house to take the measurements for the big order. I had never worked on something this large before, and it felt like a significant step for my boutique. After getting Ovi ready, I packed her things and dropped her off at Aradhya’s house.

“Kuch tension mat lena, Rashmi,” Aradhya reassured me as she took Ovi from my arms. “Tumhare designs waise bhi perfect hote hain. Just do what you do best.”

I smiled at her encouragement. “Bas tum dua karo sab theek ho. This could be a turning point for the boutique.”

“Bilkul, yeh order tumhare liye best hoga! Tum jitni talented ho, ab bas aage hi badhna hai,” Aradhya said confidently.

With that boost of confidence, I headed to the address the man had given me yesterday. The area was more luxurious than I had imagined. The houses were massive, each one more extravagant than the last. I finally arrived at the given address—a grand mansion with a beautifully designed iron gate. I took a deep breath before stepping out of my car.

The guard at the gate asked for my name. After confirming it on his list, he opened the gate, and I walked up a long driveway leading to the mansion. The grandeur of the place made me feel both small and excited. This was definitely one of the biggest clients I had ever had.

A man in a well-tailored suit greeted me at the entrance. It was the same man who had come to my boutique yesterday.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Please, come in,” he said with a polite smile.

I followed him inside, my eyes taking in the marble floors, the chandeliers, and the elegant artwork that lined the hallways. Everything about this place screamed wealth, and I knew this order would open many doors for my business.

The man led me to a spacious sitting room where three women were already waiting for me. They were clearly the family members who would need the outfits. An older woman, a woman in her forties, and a younger woman, who seemed to be in her early twenties.

“Ladies, this is Rashmi, the designer who will be creating your outfits,” the man introduced me before stepping back.

I smiled at them politely and introduced myself. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. Thank you for choosing my boutique for such an important occasion.”

The younger woman smiled warmly and said, “We’ve heard good things about your work, Rashmi. I’m excited to see what you come up with for us.”

Her friendly tone helped me relax a little. “Thank you so much. I’ll be sure to design something that reflects your personal style and fits the occasion perfectly.”

We began discussing their preferences—what kind of designs they had in mind, what colors they liked, and the type of fabric that would suit the event. I took my time measuring each of them and jotting down notes about what they wanted. The mother preferred something traditional, the sister wanted something trendy yet elegant, and the grandmother wanted something comfortable but classy.

As I wrapped up the measurements for the women, the man who had greeted me earlier reappeared.

“Now, you’ll need to take measurements for my boss as well,” he said.

I nodded and followed him upstairs. It was unusual to design an outfit for a man in such a setting, but it was clearly a part of the order, and I was excited to get it right. When we reached the door to the room, he knocked and opened it slowly.

“Sir, the designer is here for your measurements.”

I stepped inside, expecting another well-dressed family member. A man stood by the window, his back to me as he looked out at the sprawling estate. He turned around as we entered, and I saw that he was tall, dressed in a sharp suit, with an air of confidence about him.

He...he is that singer.

“Good afternoon,” I said professionally, trying not to feel intimidated by his presence. “I’m Rashmi, the designer.”

“Ritvik Sinha,” he replied simply, extending his hand for a polite handshake. There was nothing overly friendly or intimidating about his demeanor—he was just a client, like any other.

I quickly got to work, taking his measurements for the suit he would be wearing for the event. He was straightforward, answering my questions about his preferences with brief but clear responses. It was a typical client interaction, though I couldn't help but notice his calm and composed nature.

After I finished taking his measurements, I double-checked my notes and packed up my measuring tape.

“Thank you, Mr. Rajvansh. I’ll start working on the designs right away, and I’ll send the initial sketches for approval.”

He nodded, glancing briefly at the sketches I had in my notebook. “I’ll leave the creativity to you. Just make sure it’s ready on time.”

“Of course,” I assured him before heading out of the room.

As I walked out of the mansion and back to my car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. This was a big order, and working for such a prestigious client could change everything for my boutique. I was determined to do my best and make sure every piece I designed was perfect.

I headed back to the boutique, eager to start sketching out ideas for the outfits. This could be the opportunity I had been waiting for to grow my business. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like things were finally falling into place.

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