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Sitara Roy, one of the most successful fashion brand owners, known for her ruthless ambitious nature, catches feelings for the handsome model of the country, Kabir Sinha, but none of them can let go of their individual principles and beli...
"Ma'am, Mr. Sinha is here," Tina informed, peeping through the cabin door with her usual tone of formality.
"Okay. Take him to the design section. I'll be there in 5." I told without glancing at her as my eyes were busy focused on the mail I was typing to one of my news reporter friends. She worked in the 'Daily Fashion' newspaper. I asked her to publish an official announcement of my Brand's new Collection and also the show which will be held soon.
I was announcing this in media myself in a day or two anyway.
Kabir was here for his dress trial for the event. He had to carry two outfits, one which he will be wearing to start the show and the second, the showstopper's outfit.
I closed my laptop in a sigh of tiredness. I gave a little stretch to my upper body before grabbing my mobile phone and exited the cabin. I stopped by my assistant's desk and took a file I'd asked her to keep ready, it had all the details of Kabir's outfit.
As soon as I set my foot in the office's design section, where all the outfits are placed I spotted Kabir. He was in his always sexy built and posture with his hands in his pocket and looking directly into my eyes.
Don't. Sitara, don't ogle him in front of your staff and himself.
I went towards him and greeted him, "Hey." He smiled and nodded in response.
"Ma'am the outfits are ready for the trial," Tina informed me, pointing towards the outfits.
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Oh, my god! Look at this handsome man standing over here, wearing a silk jacquard sherwani. That was the outfit he was supposed to carry at the beginning of the show.
He'd already tried the showstopper outfit which was perfect in his fitting and also was comfortable.
"Is the fittings okay, Sir?" Neha, my assistant designer, asked him.
This bitch! She was trying so hard to gain his attention for the last 20 mins but Kabir being himself, just nodded without giving much attention to her.
I turned around to see her standing right behind me. I warned her in a glare, telling her to stay away. She got my warning and shut up.
Kabir was staring at himself in the mirror, turning left and right now and then.
I went to his side and stared at him through the mirror as well. I studied him from head to toe and my God, was he looking handsome in this outfit.
"Don't you think that the outfit will look more appealing without the stole?" he asked, taking off the stole and placed it on a table beside him.
What?
"Uh, No, the outfit will look perfect with the stole." I retorted, stepping back. Even if it was a simple sentence he spoke, I was suddenly conscious about him and his words.
