Jhanvi, a stunning model, lived a life of glamour and beauty, but beneath the surface, she felt suffocated by the constant scrutiny and pressure to maintain a flawless image. Her world collided with Armaan's, a billionaire businessman with a reputat...
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The Day of Grand Hyatt Fashion Show
I stood backstage, adjusting my outfit for what felt like the hundredth time. Kabir, my brother, was fussing over my hair, while my mother and father were beaming with pride.
"Jhanvi, you're going to rock this!" Kabir exclaimed.
Just then, Ridhima rushed in, looking worried. "Jhanvi, there's someone here to see you."
"Who is it?" I asked, my mind racing.
Ishan hesitated before answering, "Armaan Singh Rainchand."
My heart sank.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I processed Ishan's words. Armaan Singh Rainchand, here? Now?
"Bhai, can you give me a minute?" I asked, trying to compose myself.
Kabir nodded and ushered our parents out, sensing my unease.
Ridhima lingered, concern etched on his face. "Jhanvi, do you want me to—"
"No, Ridhima. I'll handle it," I said, squaring my shoulders.
As Ridhima left, Armaan walked in, his presence commanding attention. He was dressed impeccably, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Jhanvi," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look stunning."
I didn't return the compliment. "What are you doing here, Armaan?"
He smiled, his eyes glinting. "I'm a sponsor of this event. And I wanted to see you."
My instincts screamed warning signals. "Armaan, I thought I made it clear—"
"You did," he interrupted, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I'm afraid I'm not one to give up easily."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that a threat?"
Armaan chuckled. "Oh, no. It's a promise."
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Grand Hyatt fashion show!"
Armaan's gaze never left mine. "Break a leg, Jhanvi."
With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
I took a deep breath, shaking off the unease. Showtime.
Armaan stood at the edge of crowd, his eyes were fixed on me. Shivers ran through my spine during the catwalk at the same time confidence radiated from my every step.
As the show ended, I made my way backstage, determined to confront Armaan. But when I reached the area, he was nowhere to be found.
"Jhanvi, you were amazing!" Kabir exclaimed, beaming with pride.
I forced a smile, still scanning the room for Armaan. "Thanks, Bhai."
Ridhima approached me, looking concerned. "Jhanvi, I don't like this. Armaan's behavior is getting creepy."
