Dhruv: Her Lost Star ||18+

2. BLACK ROSE

---Dhruv---

After the jet landed in Paris, my best friend and also the head of HR department in my company,
Rathore entertainment, Samay comes to pick me up in a black SUV. We start talking about the issue as we head towards the inner part of the city.

So the issue was:
As our company is an entertainment industry, and also one of the famous one in india, we hire the best in everything.

I am a perfectionist and prefer everything to be perfect. Not that I am perfect, but I have that urge to be perfect with what I am.

We had a team of designers, to which only the best of the best designers are qualified from various colleges across India and World. Basically done through campus selections and admission test. And it's not just a simple process. We have a very intricate process with several eliminations and by this, every year 20 designers are selected.

There was also the head in this designing department, which basically designs costumes for the artists. Aditya Goyal.

Mr.Goyal is considered to be one of the best designers India has ever seen. Un-fucking-fortunately.. Mr. Goyal turned out to be very disloyal.. funny. Yeah?

Mr. Goyal worked with us and also with one of our rival companies.. 'one of' here because.. as i said.. we have so many ppl who envy our success. He also plagiarised the designs for both the companies. It would have been fine if he had done that only with his designs. But he had to go all over and also copy and sell the designs of the junior designers. And that. Was where it struck me. When the information leaked, this guy abandoned all his projects and without resigning his position fled abroad. Glad that fucker being 45 didn't have a family yet. Or else, the situation would have blown up like craaaazyyy..

"So, we gonna find a new designer for us huh ?"
Samay asked breaking the train of my thoughts.
"As if we have any other alternative left",I snorted. "I've heard this task is already assigned to your PA?" He questioned again.

Sometimes he can get soon damn annoying. Like now. "You know right. I don't trust most of the ppl.. someone who is not me".. "so you don't even trust me!!" He pouted.

That dramabaaz. "If i didn't, you wouldn't be driving this car right now. And yeah. Stop talking please. It's disturbing my thought process" . He put on an offended look, mock-zipped his lips and continued driving

No. This guy won't actually be offended. He is my friend for over a decade. and he has a deep understanding of me as I have of him.

Now that my brain was running.. my thoughts drifted ack to the airport girl. Well.. not a girl. The lady in black saree. I have to find her.

"Dhruv, actually, I heard of a fashion designer." This caught my attention. He continued "He/She is called Daisy. She is considered the genius designer of Paris. I think we should try to contact her". Daisy.. "yeah, sure. But before that, let's see if we find anyone who fits from our list" i say.

We reach the first company, meet with the CEO and put forth our requirements. We need a designer, as the head of designers for 3 months. That is till one of the largest fashion show, is held. He helped us with few designers. And they were close to our requirements.

But we needed the perfect match!! The same happened with the other 2 companies we were supposed to go to.

And in all the three companies we visited, they had a seperate column..which consisted of the best designs I've seen. When I asked the person incharge , they said that, it was the "D-Column"

"Daisy is considered the genius, among the prodigy of designers. She is considered as a GOD.. and doesn't decline any clients who contact her. She has only one rule, respect and give her designs credit. Almost all the designer companies in Paris honor her designs by putting up a seperate column."

'Daisy.. maybe I should consider you, but are you as perfect as your designs??'. I thought. I asked Samay to find out the company she works for. After some research, he tells me that. 'she' is a freelancer. And she had planned to move back to her home-country, India.

We came in contact with her assistant in paris.
And she did not answer the call. It was already midnight.. so i was certain she wouldn't.
We decided to rest in our hotel room.. more like a penthouse.

Next morning, just before we started to find other talents, the PA called us and said that he had found a way to contact Daisy. And that she would come soon to the company regarding the further details. Okay.. this was settled. So we pulled up to the airport and flew back.

In the jet, I had now started to investigate on Mr. Goyal's location on my laptop. It came out to be Vermont. I am sure that guy is chilling in the mountains with one girl or the other. But the fun won't last long dear.. I smirked thinking of the ways I would bring him down.

Then I started to find the black-saree-lady. Fuck.. i should have atleast seen her face properly.. it would have helped me atleast. But no.. I had to start feeling her. And her aura. The mysterious aura.

I open my i-pad and start picturing her, the slope of her face, the firm jawline, looks like lil lady is 5.7.. but I am 6.3.. she would be a shorty with me. WAIT.. DID I JUST PICTURE HER WITH ME!!!!
Something is messed up. 'Yup. Your heart obviously is' my inner-self smirked.. and now I am fucked up..

Airport, She, Black Saree..
My Black Rose..

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