It wasn’t just because she stood in the centre of the two lines that made her the focus, it was her oddity compared to the others that landed her with everyone’s attention. The women were all in western attire, high-heels, volumes of make-up and minimal jewelry. Oh and not to mention they were all in red, while she wasn’t. She was in her bright green lehenga, laced with golden embroidery, clad in heavy bridal jewelry (upon Payal’s insistence, she had wanted Khushi to be wearing all the traditional jewelry alongside her as Khushi would be getting married soon too) and the little make-up she had applied had long been washed away by her tears leaving her nose red and eyes blotchy. Well at least some part of her was red. She thought then immediately reprimanded herself; her red eyes and nose were not a compensation. She had stepped out onto a runway for models. She was standing smack in the middle of a high-profile fashion show. This was not good at all!! She was like a bright green and gold ship in a sea of blood red. How was she going to get out of this mess?!!!
Okay think Khushi….just think. You’ll figure something out. Just breathe and think!!!!
‘Psst…keep walking.’ Whispered the model nearest to her as the others indicated the same with their eyes. Yes, of course that made sense. She should walk. The only way to get the attention off from her was to walk down, around and then back through the drapes through which she had come. No point in acting like a malfunctioning robot on stage, that would make all the eyes in the arena continue to pierce into her. Ok she could do this; she had seen it a hundred times on television and had even mocked the models as they paraded down the ramp in their skimpy attires. She could do this, just breathe and walk and ignore everything else and then may be, may be people will think you were part of the show thereby not spoiling it for whomever organized it. Ok deep breath Khushi and walk.
Taking a deep breath that filled her lungs with cold air-conditioned air, causing her to cough and giving her a jerky start she began to walk down the ramp. Oh God. This was harder then it looked on TV. Never again would she mimic the models and laugh at them. That lesson was learnt right here and now. Ok stop thinking and just complete your round. She stiffened her shoulders and proceeded only to stop short as her caramel eyes met a pair of chocolate brown ones that held none of the qualities of chocolate in them; in stead they held pure fury. Oh crap!!!
She froze under the stare of the cold brown eyes. They held such wrath in them that she found her limbs paralyzed. Try as she might but they would not budge and neither would her eyes; they were locked on the mahogany ones. Even though it sent shivers down her spine, she couldn’t look away, the contempt in them held her eyes and her body to the spot half way down the platform. Fear emanated inside of her and her heart drummed louder than the music that was bursting from the speakers around. She wanted to cry, to scream, to run but her every sense was stupefied, under the glare of those cold dark eyes. It was as if her blood had turned to lead under that crippling stare increasing her body weight ten-fold, rendering her unable to move.
‘Keep moving…’ hissed another model through her plastered smile as she walked by and around her. Khushi registered what she said but was unable to comply. Seeing her inertia one of the other models prodded her as they rounded by her, but that made things worse causing her to trip over herself and make a further spectacle of her already precarious situation. However, it did the trick, for her limbs were jolted back into action as they stabilized her, protecting her from falling over. Forcing herself to look away from the rage-filled eyes she clutched her wrap, mutilated it in her fist and coerced herself to walk, but fate had other plans. As she took a step forward her heel tread on her dupatta, that had dislodged from when she had tripped over moments ago, causing her to lose her footing and tumble right off of the stage and to her utter shock, into some strangers arms.
When she opened her eyes, to see who had saved her from the fall, the blood in her face drained as they once again met the dark, menacing eyes. Oh no no no no no no no!! No not this person of all people in this damned crowd….. Khushi yelled inside her head. She shut her eyes and opened them again but the night mare was a reality, she had landed right in the arms of the person who had been petrifying her with his glare. This was not good!! Every hair on her body was standing, as If someone was running a current through them.
Not wanting to, but knowing she had no other choice she compelled herself to meet the frightening eyes again as she tried to plead with her own. That brought a change in the eyes, but not the one she had intended, they transformed from looming to loathing, as the solid hands underneath her went limp causing her to fall one more time. However, before she could hit the ground the cold hands found her arms, steadying her and then shoving her away.
She was thrown towards the side of the stage where she threw out her hands to break her fall. Once back in control of herself, she looked up to finally see the being those icy eyes and iron hands belonged to. He was a tall, lean man. His hair was cut short and brisk, his stance aggressive. He wore a dark three-piece suit that hid his body but one could still tell that it was well toned and solid. He had the air of a well-groomed man. Correction, well-groomed but extremely enraged man. For his fists were clenched, his mouth taught and his eyes, darkening with vehemence by the second.
Khushi felt her muscles liquefy under his scrutiny. It frightened her how he could manifest such fervor in just a stare. If she wasn’t the one being subjected to it she may have actually been in awe of the power that emanated from him. But seeing as she was the subject of his wrath she found all her limbs turning into goo as he motioned to his guards to take her away from the arena.
Once the vandal was out of the vicinity he turned his attention on to the models that were on the platform. They were still parading. Good, at least they had the sense or knew him well enough to know to carry on with their assignment. Next he turned his attention on to the public they were whispering about the episode that had just occurred. He was going to kill that delinquent. But first, damage control!
‘Aman!’
‘Yes sir?!’ his PA materialized next to him.
‘Make sure the press don’t get their hands on this and reveal anything! You understand!! Nothing of what occurred should leave this event! Otherwise it will be your job on the line!!’
‘Yes sir!’ with that he left as quick as the flash he had appeared.
‘NK! Where -’ he barked into the walkie-talkie.
‘I’m right behind you…What happened? I heard that there was some incident…’
‘What the hell were you doing back stage, ogling the models?! Why didn’t you stop that girl from coming on stage?!!’
‘What girl?! And Nanav I don’t appreciate being shouted at, I did nothing wrong I was in the make room, one of the models was having a tantrum, I was dealing with her, I don’t know about any girl coming on stage….’ NK exhaled defensively.
Arnav cursed under his breath. ‘Forget it. Just control the crowd here and I’ll deal with that B*T**!! She thinks she can come here and wreck Lavanya’s show!!’
‘Ok. But wait…what are you going to do to her?’ Asked NK tentatively.
‘Make her wish that she was never born!’ gritted Arnav through his teeth. Then turning on his heel he stormed behind the guards who had taken Khushi.
Okay think Khushi….just think. You’ll figure something out. Just breathe and think!!!!
‘Psst…keep walking.’ Whispered the model nearest to her as the others indicated the same with their eyes. Yes, of course that made sense. She should walk. The only way to get the attention off from her was to walk down, around and then back through the drapes through which she had come. No point in acting like a malfunctioning robot on stage, that would make all the eyes in the arena continue to pierce into her. Ok she could do this; she had seen it a hundred times on television and had even mocked the models as they paraded down the ramp in their skimpy attires. She could do this, just breathe and walk and ignore everything else and then may be, may be people will think you were part of the show thereby not spoiling it for whomever organized it. Ok deep breath Khushi and walk.
Taking a deep breath that filled her lungs with cold air-conditioned air, causing her to cough and giving her a jerky start she began to walk down the ramp. Oh God. This was harder then it looked on TV. Never again would she mimic the models and laugh at them. That lesson was learnt right here and now. Ok stop thinking and just complete your round. She stiffened her shoulders and proceeded only to stop short as her caramel eyes met a pair of chocolate brown ones that held none of the qualities of chocolate in them; in stead they held pure fury. Oh crap!!!
She froze under the stare of the cold brown eyes. They held such wrath in them that she found her limbs paralyzed. Try as she might but they would not budge and neither would her eyes; they were locked on the mahogany ones. Even though it sent shivers down her spine, she couldn’t look away, the contempt in them held her eyes and her body to the spot half way down the platform. Fear emanated inside of her and her heart drummed louder than the music that was bursting from the speakers around. She wanted to cry, to scream, to run but her every sense was stupefied, under the glare of those cold dark eyes. It was as if her blood had turned to lead under that crippling stare increasing her body weight ten-fold, rendering her unable to move.
‘Keep moving…’ hissed another model through her plastered smile as she walked by and around her. Khushi registered what she said but was unable to comply. Seeing her inertia one of the other models prodded her as they rounded by her, but that made things worse causing her to trip over herself and make a further spectacle of her already precarious situation. However, it did the trick, for her limbs were jolted back into action as they stabilized her, protecting her from falling over. Forcing herself to look away from the rage-filled eyes she clutched her wrap, mutilated it in her fist and coerced herself to walk, but fate had other plans. As she took a step forward her heel tread on her dupatta, that had dislodged from when she had tripped over moments ago, causing her to lose her footing and tumble right off of the stage and to her utter shock, into some strangers arms.
When she opened her eyes, to see who had saved her from the fall, the blood in her face drained as they once again met the dark, menacing eyes. Oh no no no no no no no!! No not this person of all people in this damned crowd….. Khushi yelled inside her head. She shut her eyes and opened them again but the night mare was a reality, she had landed right in the arms of the person who had been petrifying her with his glare. This was not good!! Every hair on her body was standing, as If someone was running a current through them.
Not wanting to, but knowing she had no other choice she compelled herself to meet the frightening eyes again as she tried to plead with her own. That brought a change in the eyes, but not the one she had intended, they transformed from looming to loathing, as the solid hands underneath her went limp causing her to fall one more time. However, before she could hit the ground the cold hands found her arms, steadying her and then shoving her away.
She was thrown towards the side of the stage where she threw out her hands to break her fall. Once back in control of herself, she looked up to finally see the being those icy eyes and iron hands belonged to. He was a tall, lean man. His hair was cut short and brisk, his stance aggressive. He wore a dark three-piece suit that hid his body but one could still tell that it was well toned and solid. He had the air of a well-groomed man. Correction, well-groomed but extremely enraged man. For his fists were clenched, his mouth taught and his eyes, darkening with vehemence by the second.
Khushi felt her muscles liquefy under his scrutiny. It frightened her how he could manifest such fervor in just a stare. If she wasn’t the one being subjected to it she may have actually been in awe of the power that emanated from him. But seeing as she was the subject of his wrath she found all her limbs turning into goo as he motioned to his guards to take her away from the arena.
Once the vandal was out of the vicinity he turned his attention on to the models that were on the platform. They were still parading. Good, at least they had the sense or knew him well enough to know to carry on with their assignment. Next he turned his attention on to the public they were whispering about the episode that had just occurred. He was going to kill that delinquent. But first, damage control!
‘Aman!’
‘Yes sir?!’ his PA materialized next to him.
‘Make sure the press don’t get their hands on this and reveal anything! You understand!! Nothing of what occurred should leave this event! Otherwise it will be your job on the line!!’
‘Yes sir!’ with that he left as quick as the flash he had appeared.
‘NK! Where -’ he barked into the walkie-talkie.
‘I’m right behind you…What happened? I heard that there was some incident…’
‘What the hell were you doing back stage, ogling the models?! Why didn’t you stop that girl from coming on stage?!!’
‘What girl?! And Nanav I don’t appreciate being shouted at, I did nothing wrong I was in the make room, one of the models was having a tantrum, I was dealing with her, I don’t know about any girl coming on stage….’ NK exhaled defensively.
Arnav cursed under his breath. ‘Forget it. Just control the crowd here and I’ll deal with that B*T**!! She thinks she can come here and wreck Lavanya’s show!!’
‘Ok. But wait…what are you going to do to her?’ Asked NK tentatively.
‘Make her wish that she was never born!’ gritted Arnav through his teeth. Then turning on his heel he stormed behind the guards who had taken Khushi.
*****
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