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Chapter - 49

Aadhya's POV:

I was dressed in an off-white color dress with beige color heels. I have also added a bracelet on my right arm with light makeup. My hair was tied in a bun and my front hair was braided.

When I reached the venue I avoided the front gate as there was media present. This event was covered by all the popular media houses and attended by all the top celebrities, and business people who were interested in the cause of the trust. It was the kind of event that might make their image look good. And as per Mom, we should take as much benefit as we can from these people. Our cause needs the support which they were providing and we should not worry whether they were interested in this or not.

When I entered the main hall it was decorated with lights and round table seats were present. There was an artificial tree present near each table to give a good vibe. There was a center stage present which was made a ramp and a screen was present to show a live show.

The hall started to fill in with the guests. I spotted Mom and Dad talking to some guests. I went towards them and said, "Excuse me, mam."

She turned around she was wearing a green plain saree with a border. She had also added a choker necklace and bangles with it. Dad was wearing a green color suit with a white shirt. He was also wearing a watch on his right hand and brown color shoes. They both were truly complementing each other.

"The decoration is good and we are so proud of you beta (child)" she told me. "Thank you Mom but the event is not over yet. Hope the main event goes well" I told her truly.

"Beta we have full confidence in you. Everything will go great" Dad told me.

"Mam" Diya interrupted our conversation. I turned around and she said, "Mam you are required backstage urgently."

I looked at his parents with a sad smile. I wanted to give time to them but at the same time, the event was important. "Go and make us proud like you always do" her mother encouraged me.

We both went backstage and I was shocked by what I saw. The show stopper of the event was sitting with keeping his leg on the chair. His foot was covered in a bandage and seeing that only one thing that came to my mind was "Fuck how the hell did it happened?"

"Actually mam he slipped and now he is not able to stand" Diya explained the whole situation.

"Shit now what? Who will be our show-stopper? We need a male person. Oh God how will the event go now" I started asking all the questions. I can't fail Mom and Dad they really trusted me. I need to think something may be changed something.

I was pacing around the room while everyone on the team was waiting for my orders. "Can we change the concept may be let's drop the show stopper or do something else" Diya suggested.

"We can't just drop the event stopper as it was the design which was best. The designer really trusted us with this design. What we will say to them?" I replied to her.

I started to bite my nails in tension. I need to calm myself down. Aadhya you will surely come up with something. Just deep breaths. I kept repeating to myself.

"Ok, guys. I will come up with something. Let's not panic and go on as the things were going" I told my team. Their faces were clearly showing that we have failed but still they smiled at me.

"Sorry mam because of me you are in such tension," the model told me. I felt bad that he was feeling like this. I can't blame him for the incident because at the end of the day he was in pain.

"No are you mad? It should be the other way around. Don't worry about the event we will figure something out. You focus on your leg and get well soon" I told him.

"Diya make sure to take care of the expenses and can you ask someone to take him home" I informed her.

"No need I have asked a friend to pick me up" he interrupted me.

"Ok sure but we will be covering the expenses. No arguments for this. You just take care of yourself" I told him.

"Thank you so much," he said with a genuine smile on his face.

After leaving him in the room I went to another room. I started thinking about what should be done next.

Suddenly an arm came around my waist. "Hey beautiful" someone whispered in my ears. A smile crept on my face listening to his voice.

Turning around I saw the most handsome man in the world. I am not saying no one is more handsome than him. Obviously, there could be someone more handsome than him but for me, he is the most handsome man. He was wearing maroon color three piece with a white shirt. He complemented the look with a black shoes and a watch at right hand.

"Hi," I whispered to him. I don't know why the voice came as a whisper.

"You look breathtaking babe," he said looking me up and down.

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself" I told him.

"I am honored," he said and held me closer to himself.

"Rudra anyone can see us," I told him and tried to free myself from his hold.

"Come on. No one is here and I am waiting" he said. I knew what he was asking for. So I gave him a kiss on his cheeks and checked for any lipstick stains.

"That is not fair," he said with a sad face. Suddenly an idea stuck in my mind.

"You are perfect and my savior" I pecked his lips with excitement.

"Waoh I know I am a genius but care to explain what I did?" he asked in confusion.

"I need your favor. Can you please walk for the event? You will be a perfect match and I am sure the clothes will perfectly fit your body. Please say yes" I begged him.

"But what happened to the model?" he asked me. I told him the whole story of what happened.

"Now will you say yes?" I asked him with one raised eyebrow. I know he hates the limelight and here he will be the center of the event.

"Ok fine. Just for you" he said and I pecked his lips again.

"If I am getting this then tell me what more to do," he asked me. I laughed at his behavior and said "Shut up. Now we have a lot of work to do."

With that, I told him the plan for how to perform on stage. Also showed him the dresses which he needs to change.

Finally, everything was completed and it was time to start the show. The anchor made the announcement and the first fashion designer started with the models.

The show was going well and now it was time for Rudra to go. He was wearing a off white color sherwani with brown shoes. He was making the outfit look even more beautiful. It looked like the outfit was meant for me.

He looked me in the eyes and giving me the last smile he went on the stage. I could hear the cheers of people from backstage. I know he will be rocking the stage. People backstage were also peeking on the stage and cheering for him. I was not able to see anything but I can hear people hooting for him.

Suddenly he came backstage and was searching for something. His eyes met mine and he came in front of me. Without me knowing he held my hands and began dragging me to the stage. Before I could ask something we were on the stage. Seeing us the anchor announced "Ladies and gentlemen now please welcome on stage the boss lady herself. The one person because of which the event won't be possible. I request Aadhya to walk on the ramp and close the event."

Listening to her words Rudra gave me his hand. I looked him in the eyes and he just assured me that he is there. I held his hands and then we walked in the ramp holding each other hands.

Reaching at the center of the stage Rudra twirled me and we did some poses for the camera. All thanks to him that I did not mess it up.

I was too engrossed in looking at him but the screams of people brought me into reality. I looked everywhere to see what happened but I did not notice Rudra was looking at something. I traced the direction of his eyes and the last thing I remember was my body going limp.

Author's Note

Hi lovely readers 🙋‍♀️

I am back not sure when will be the next update🤭 Life is hectic but I am trying my best to give time for my story🥲

Now the question of the day what do you think guys would have happened?🤔


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