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Prologue
In the heart of the glamorous world, renowned fashion designer Roshni Kundra showcased her exquisite designs in the bustling city of Delhi, using elite models from the country. As the venue gradually filled with early guests, excitement filled the air. The makeup artists diligently prepared the models for the grand show, while the media captured every detail to broadcast live on Fashion TV.
This extravagant affair demanded everyone's undivided attention, leaving no room for even a momentary pause. Maya Bajaj, the dynamic and highly professional head of the renowned Model Hunt House - 'Blitz', felt the weight of the event. With four years of experience in the industry, Maya was adept at managing her company's models during high-stakes events like these. She served as the pivotal point of contact for model management at Blitz, and her dedication was evident as she tirelessly worked to ensure the success of every event.
Amidst the chaos, Maya concluded a brisk phone call and hurried towards the ramp, where Roshni's assistant, Deep, was overseeing the models' sequence for tonight’s show.
“Deep, we have a problem. Ramona had an accident. She is fine but she will be delayed in coming here,” Maya urgently informed.
“What?” Deep exclaimed. “Ramona is our showstopper, Maya,” he emphasized, anxiety evident in his tone.
“I know. I am trying to find alternatives. Just give me a few minutes,” Maya assured him.
“Maya, Roshni will be furious if you don't find a solution soon.”
“I won't disappoint you. I promise,” Maya declared before she moved to the other side, making calls and assessing the availability of other models who could step in at such short notice.
Minutes later, Deep approached her again, seeking an update on her progress.
“Any luck?”
Maya shook her head, but her resolve remained unshaken. Despite the challenges, she was acquainted with a few top models from Blitz who might just be the solution they needed, even with the clock ticking against them.
“I have to inform Roshni about this,” Deep suggested.
“Give me five more minutes, Deep. Just five.”
Maya dialed some more numbers while Deep headed to the lighting technician to check the ramp lights. After waiting exactly for five minutes, Deep marched to his boss, Roshni, to inform her of the problem.
“What?” she screamed in anger. “Ramona had a goddamn accident right before my show? How could this happen?” she yelled again. “Are you sure this isn't some trick from our competitors?”
“No, it isn't. I will still have our sources check it.”
“What is Maya doing?”
“She is trying to find a replacement.”
“What do you mean by trying? My show is at stake, Deep. If anything goes wrong in this show, the sponsor will sue us. I cannot afford for that to happen.”
Deep nodded in understanding.
“I will go talk to the sponsor about this, and you better get Maya to talk to me. This is sheer negligence,” she added.
Roshni walked out to meet the sponsor of their show- Ranveer Malhotra, a young, rich and highly dignified business magnate in the country. He was known for his flamboyant and short-tempered attitude. No woman he had dated so far ever had ever given a good opinion about his temper. This had been the sole reason why none of them could commit to him for longer than a few weeks. Roshni knocked on the cabin door where her sponsor was talking to the models, trying to boost their performance.
“Ranveer? Can I have a moment of yours? Please,” she politely asked.
Ranveer Malhotra turned around and gestured for her to wait a minute more. He then looked at the models again, and this time his tone was almost threatening.
“I've invested a lot of money in tonight's show. So, just give your damn best. If anything goes wrong in this show, I'll make sure none of you walk the ramp again.”
This definitely sounded more like a threat than motivation. Roshni was intimidated by his way of handling the situation. She was sure he would lose his temper, knowing that their showstopper could not make it. Ranveer returned to Roshni and stood next to her.
“What?” he inquired.
“We have a problem.”
She quickly explained the problem, and his face reddened. He clenched his fingers into a fist.
