When Disaster Meets Perfection

Ch 60. Game On!

Three hours into the festival, the grounds were abuzz with activity. Throngs of revelers flooded the area, immersing themselves in the vibrant atmosphere. Laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of street food and the distant thrum of music.

The games section was a hub of excitement, with participants enthusiastically competing in ring toss, balloon darts, and other classic carnival games. Nearby, screams of delight echoed from the ride area, where adrenaline junkies savored the thrill of spinning teacups, Ferris wheels, and gravity-defying roller coasters.

Vendors at the stalls worked tirelessly to keep up with demand, as shoppers eagerly browsed through an array of colorful merchandise: handmade crafts, eclectic clothing, and unique souvenirs. Some stalls were particularly popular, drawing long queues of customers eager to snag exclusive deals or rare finds.

Annika and Shivay's stall, strategically positioned between a vibrant food corner and a thriving game zone, became a magnet for festival-goers. The eclectic assortment of clothing, accessories, and handcrafted items on display captivated visitors, but it was the unconventional sales approach that truly set the stall apart.

Annika, with her creative flair, had transformed Shivay into an impromptu model. With infectious enthusiasm, she showcased various garments - regardless of whether they were designed for men or women - on Shivay, expertly pairing them with complementary accessories.

"Check out how this scarf adds a pop of color to this outfit!" Annika would exclaim, draping a vibrant scarf around Shivay's neck.

"See how this statement piece of jewelry elevates the entire look?" she'd ask, adorning Shivay with an elegant necklace.

As Annika dressed him in a flowing kurta, pairing it with distressed denim and chunky boots, a group of young women swooned. "That's perfect for a fusion look!" one exclaimed.

When Shivay emerged from behind the stall, clad in a stunning saree, expertly draped by Annika, the surrounding crowd erupted into applause. "You're rocking that saree, sir!" someone shouted.

Annika radiated pride, her eyes shining with triumph. "I knew you'd be perfect for this!" she whispered to Shivay, her voice barely audible over the bustling festival crowd.

Shivay's lips curled into a good-natured smile, but his mind wandered to a different realm. Amidst the vibrant chaos, he couldn't help but think: When will this be over?

In his mind's eye, he saw himself strutting down high-end catwalks, clad in exquisite designer attire, surrounded by flashing cameras and admiring gazes. He was, after all, the renowned CEO who had once mesmerized audiences with his ramp walk for the world's top fashion designers.

Now, standing in this humble festival stall, Shivay couldn't help but feel a pang of irony. The same confident stride that had once commanded the attention of high-fashion audiences now navigated a cramped, colorful space.

The stark contrast between his two worlds - the rarefied realm of luxury fashion and this vibrant, makeshift stall - left Shivay bemused.

In a moment of levity, he had agreed to Annika's wager, never anticipating it would lead to this unlikely scenario.

"Why did I let her talk me into this?" Shivay thought, shaking his head in wry amusement.

That carefree bet had unleashed a chain of events, culminating in this unorthodox modeling gig.

Flashback starts

As the festival commenced, Shivay and Annika's stall remained eerily quiet. A full hour ticked by, with only one curious customer wandering in. She browsed the colorful array of merchandise, but ultimately left without making a purchase.