"And the businesswoman of the year goes to Aaratrika Chakraborty" announced amidst all the applause. She walked her path down to the podium with style. The air of authority and simplicity was the deadliest concoction she always managed to pull off with gait.
Dressed in an impeccable black Dolce and Gabbana gown, with a thin necklace to compliment the attire and a high bun as a hairdo, she was actually looking the Businesswoman of the Year. The Steve Madden heels were just adding the perfect elevation she needed as the owner of a multi-million dollar fashion brand chain.
Aaratrika climbed up the podium to receive the award. After receiving she was asked to speak a few words to the audience present at large. "Thanks to all the pretty faces I have helped turning red with envy, it's only because of your constant jealousy today I stand here and am honoured for this award to be placed in my hands", came the words. She had her style, upbeat, her rivals always had a tough time battling her confidence.
Stern in her actions and firm in her views, Aaratrika found success at whatever she ventured into, be it buying a small nail-polish to owning this Empire of hers. She was the most stylish MD-CEO any company could ever have imagined to have.
After delivering a tremendous speech, she got down the podium and walked straight to her Lexus stationed at the entrance. It was time to return some million dollar calls that demanded her beautiful attention. Power was her forte and she knew how to exatly control it.
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The Millionaire Girl (Ongoing)
General FictionLoneliness is a ladder, cling to it and it shall help you scale summits. It's the journey of Aaratrika, a motherless child, who fought all odds to become the MD - CEO of a multi-million dollar fashion chain. The struggle was real and so is she. Read...
