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On the day of the fashion week, the excitement in the air was palpable as Mishti and Tia meticulously checked on every detail while Ahaan coordinated with his team. Every member of the Maheshwari and Rajvansh families, including Ishaan and Tia, was present for the event. They were all staying at the lavish mansion owned by mishti in Paris, adding to the grandeur of the occasion.

- Her Paris house
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The fashion event was not just a gathering of industry insiders; it was a spectacle attended by celebrities from various domains, including Hollywood and Bollywood. These stars were drawn to the event not only to witness the latest in fashion but also to showcase their own styles and performances.

Enchanté Couture, known for its exquisite designs, had become a staple for celebrities, providing outfits for tours, movie promotions, and weddings. Thus, it was inevitable that they would be present at such a prestigious event.

Mishti's popularity among the younger generation was undeniable, and her rivals were also expected to make an appearance, adding an extra layer of anticipation to the proceedings. For Mishti and her team, the event was not just about showcasing their designs but also about solidifying their place in the fashion world.

The Maheshwaris and Rajvanshs had arrived at the event, adorned in the finest Enchanté Couture designs, showcasing their status and elegance. Among the attendees were billionaires and millionaires, engaging in discussions and networking within their respective industries.
Tia, with her meticulous eye for detail, was already overseeing the final preparations, ensuring that everything was in place for the grand event. As the anticipation built, all eyes were eagerly awaiting the arrival of Mishti and ahaan , The Enchantress Behind Enchanté Couture, and The Man Behind The Beauties , the mastermind behind the scenes. Their presence was sure to elevate the evening to new heights of glamour and sophistication.

Tia's outfit
( I wanted y'all to imagine her in this )
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The arrival of Ahaan Rajvansh in his luxurious and spontaneous G-wagon ,adorned in a sleek black tuxedo and sporting a luxurious watch, marked the beginning of the evening's grandeur.

- Ahaan's outfit -

As he stepped onto the red carpet, cameras flashed incessantly, capturing his every move. Paparazzi clamored for his attention, bombarding him with questions while fans eagerly awaited his acknowledgment.

"CONGRATULATIONS MR.RAJVANSH"
"THE MAN OF ENCHANTED IS HERE"
"AHAAN SIR HOW ARE YOU FEELING"

As the questions surrounded him , he couldn't help but feel blessed to have this lifestyle and the success moment . He had his moment.

With a charismatic smile, he obliged, posing effortlessly for the cameras and interacting with his adoring fans along the front row.
Despite the overwhelming attention, he remained composed, gracefully navigating the throng of admirers.

As he made his way forward, he exchanged warm greetings with his parents, their eyes brimming with pride at their son's achievements. Embracing them tightly, he radiated gratitude and humility, embodying the essence of familial love and support. Amidst the bustling atmosphere, he seamlessly transitioned into conversations with fellow designers, showcasing camaraderie and mutual respect within the fashion community.
As he was abhimaan and ishaan, kartik and abir came to him asking him about mishti . He told them that she would be here in no time.

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Play - delicate by Taylor Swift
You will feel each and every emotion I felt while writing the chapter, trust me .

- Her car -

- Her look -

🌷
♪ This ain't for the best
My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me
(Yeah, I want you)
We can't make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate ♪
🌷

As the sleek and dark red Bugatti came to a halt at the entrance, all heads turned in anticipation. The aura of excitement intensified as Mishti Maheshwari, renowned as the Enchantress of Enchanté Couture, gracefully emerged from the vehicle.
Instantly, cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, signaling her much-anticipated arrival. With an air of elegance and confidence, she closed the car door behind her and embarked on her path towards the event venue. The energy surrounding her presence was palpable, a testament to her influence and prominence in the fashion world.

🌷
♪ Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it delicate?
Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?
Sometimes when I look into your eyes
I pretend you're mine all the damn time
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
'Cause I know that it's delicate ♪
🌷

With each step she took, Mishti exuded an aura of confidence and authority. Her stride was deliberate, commanding attention and respect. As she reached the center of the red carpet, the paparazzi's cameras clicked incessantly, capturing her every move. The air was electric with excitement as fans cheered her name, their admiration palpable in the atmosphere. Mishti, resembling a queen in her own right, graciously acknowledged the adulation, posing effortlessly for the photographers. Amidst the fervent shouts of her fans, she continued her journey towards the event venue, leaving an indelible impression of grace and elegance in her walk.

As she was moving ahead , She could hear the screams -

" THE QUEEN IS HERE "

"OH MY GOD"

" SHE DEVOURED "

" MOMMY IS HEREEEE"

She chuckled at them and moved towards them as many of them stood there holding their pads and pens , wanting to click a pic with her . She signed many of the pads clicked many pictures and then moved towards her group .
Where stood ahaan, ishaan , abhimaan, kartik , naira and abir looking at her , admiring her .

As Mishti glanced towards her parents and Abir's parents standing at a distance, a surge of emotions welled up within her. Was it pride shining in her parents' eyes?

The thought brought a warm smile to her lips, filling her heart with a sense of accomplishment. Yet, amidst the tumult of emotions, she turned away, not wanting to dwell too deeply on the sentiment.

Instead, she approached Ahaan, her trusted ally in the world of fashion, and found herself momentarily speechless, struck by his impeccable appearance.
She said to him -
"Mr. Junior Rajvansh, kisko patana h aaj , btao mujhe m help krdungi"

Hearing her , ahaan ears turned red as if mishti's true . Dodging her he said - "nahi Ms. Boss mera Aisa kch scene hai ni par aap btao , mere Bhai ko heart attack Dena chate ho , kab se dekh re h aapko , you know he may be cursing me at this point now , kyuki aap unke pass ni gye"

Hearing him , she looked at her sideways and saw abir looking at her ,
She smiled at him and he reciprocated.
She looked at him and mouthed - "just two minutes"
"Sure" he actioned her .

As I made my way towards Abir, I was intercepted by Ms. William, a valued client. She inquired about my well-being and mentioned her upcoming visit to discuss her sister's wedding dress. I assured her of a warm welcome before continuing towards Mr. Senior Rajvansh.

There he stood, clad in a sleek black tuxedo that accentuated his allure. His clean-shaven face and perfectly styled hair added to his charm, making my heart race. I mentally scolded myself for the inappropriate thoughts and approached him with a smile.

Abir's outfit

"So, Mr. Abir Rajvansh made it to the event," I remarked, trying to maintain composure.
Told you only he makes me nervous

"Yes, eventually had to come because my lady wanted it," he replied with a grin, his words sending a flutter through my heart.

"Ahh I see" i said as I couldn't stop smiling at his words .

"You look divine mish, in this dress , your smile and the confidence you wear makes me want to kiss you"

As he said this , I widened my eyes at his words and he just looked shocked as if he didn't realise what he had just spoken.

I could see his ear going red
I said mischievous and teased him ,
"Someone's blushing"

" Don't make me please , I have a reputation to maintain my sweatheart"

I laughed at his words and grasped his hands in mine . I know there are people who might be noticing me but do I care no .

I held his hand and said ,
"Well , Mr Rajvansh , you're making me lose my breath "

As I was talking to him , our parents came by our side and I looked at mumma and papa who had a constant smile on their faces.
I don't know if they felt proud of me or not but there was something inside me who wanted them to praise me .
I'm still a little girl who seeks assurance , word of affirmations from everyone maybe .

As I was going to speak something , tia came by my side and told me -

" Ma'am , everything's ready . The anchor wanted to talk to you "
" Okay I'll just come tia "

I looked at our parents who motioned me to continue the work , I smiled at them .

I approached Mr. Jake Andrew and Ms. Noah Anderson, the anchors of tonight's event, they greeted me warmly and informed me that the show would commence shortly. Their words filled me with a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that the spotlight would soon be on me and my creations.

As I settled into the side seat, flanked by our team members with Ahaan on my left and Tia on my right, anticipation hung thick in the air. All eyes were fixed on the big screen before us, displaying the countdown to the start of the show. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and nerves as we awaited the moment when our hard work would be showcased to the world.
As the screen displayed our company's logo and scenes from the successful event of three years ago where my designs took center stage, the nostalgia washed over me. The anchor's voice echoed in the background, narrating the highlights of that memorable night. My gaze remained fixed on the recording, reliving each moment with a mixture of pride and gratitude. Despite the nerves, I couldn't help but smile as the anchors praised my work, a reminder of how far I had come since then.

The show commenced with a soft melody drifting through the air as Tara gracefully stepped onto the ramp, exuding an aura of elegance and beauty. As she glided down the runway, all eyes were on her, mesmerized by her stunning presence. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ishaan, Abhimaan, and Mahira seated at the adjacent table. Amidst the music and the spectacle unfolding before us, I overheard Ishaan's voice saying-

"Haaye, she looks like a cinderalla, my cinderalla ."

And we all chuckled at him.

As the spotlight shifted to Ahaan's masterpieces, Ms. Noah's voice resonated through the venue, declaring that these exquisite creations belonged to the Enchanté Couture, crafted by none other than Ahaan. The audience erupted into cheers and applause, and my gaze instinctively turned to Ahaan. His face adorned with a radiant smile, he stood there, basking in the acknowledgment of his talent and hard work. Feeling a surge of pride, I rose from my seat and joined in the applause, my heart swelling with admiration for Ahaan and his remarkable achievement.

As Jake's voice resonated through the venue, my attention snapped back to the present moment. "Now we would like to call the lady behind the Enchanté Couturé for some words," he announced.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized all eyes were on me, waiting for me to speak. Gathering my composure, I stood up gracefully and made my way to the stage, ready to share a few words with the audience.

As I stood at the podium, my gaze naturally found Abir among the crowd. His smile was like a reassuring anchor in the sea of faces before me. I took a deep breath, regaining my composure, and reminded myself, "Mishti, focus." With determination, I began, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..."

Tonight, This moment isn't just about Enchanté Couturé; it's about the journey, the dreams, and the relentless pursuit of passion.

Enchanté Couturé isn't just a brand; it's a testament to perseverance, dedication, and love. It's the culmination of my grandmother's dream, who envisioned me walking this path long before I even knew it existed. She instilled in me a love for fashion, a passion that became the guiding light of my life.

Every stitch, every design, and every creation holds a piece of my heart. It's a reflection of the countless hours spent sketching, stitching, and dreaming. It's a tribute to the team that stood by my side, tirelessly turning dreams into reality.

But tonight, I want to take a moment to acknowledge someone whose contributions have been invaluable. Ahaan Rajvansh, the creative genius behind the beauties you witness tonight. His talent, dedication, and unwavering support have been the cornerstone of our success.

To Ahaan and his team, I extend my deepest gratitude. Without your brilliance, Enchanté Couturé wouldn't be standing here today. Your passion and commitment have elevated our designs to new heights, and for that, I am forever thankful.

Lastly , I would like to thank my friend cum assistant Tia , who has been doing a wonderful job since years. I want to thank her because as much as I'm behind the enchante couturé she too had the equal share .

Tonight, as we celebrate the fruition of dreams, let us remember the journey that brought us here. Let us cherish the memories, the struggles, and the triumphs. And as we look towards the future, may Enchanté Couturé continue to inspire, uplift, and enchant hearts around the world.

Thank you."

The atmosphere was electric with excitement as the celebrations continued into the night. Tia, Ahaan, and I shared a moment together, capturing the joy of our success in a photo. As the party unfolded, the air was filled with music, laughter, and heartfelt congratulations.

I was touched by the warmth of everyone's embrace, feeling grateful for their support and encouragement. Each hug, each smile, was a testament to the bond we shared and the journey we had undertaken together.

Amidst the revelry, I felt a familiar gaze upon me. Turning in the direction of the gaze, I met Abir's eyes, his gaze filled with admiration and pride. In that moment, amidst the hustle and bustle of the celebration, it was as if time stood still, and our connection spoke volumes without a single word uttered.

As I was standing and talking , Mr. Russo comes by my side. We can say that he was my friend back in college . We did an internship together . He quickly gave me a side hug and said -
" Well , enchantress enchanted well tonight"
I laughed at his teasing words and slightly hit his arm .
" Not you Russo"
"How are you doing Ms. Maheshwari"
"As you can see great "

I was talking to him as we were remembering our college days when abir came and said
"Well please mind Mr. Russo but I'm taking my lady "
"Sure Mr. Rajvansh" Russo looked at me mischievously

I watched her from across the hall, unable to tear my gaze away. She was engaged in conversation with that bastard name Dante Russo, whoever he is. Why was she laughing with him? The sight made something inside me churn uncomfortably. They seemed friendly, too friendly for my liking.

Her presence alone had a way of consuming my thoughts, especially tonight. That off-shoulder bodycon dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, igniting a fire within me. But it was her smile, her dimples that truly captivated me. I found myself lost in the beauty of her smile, willing to do anything to see it.

But then they laughed together, and a pang of possessiveness surged through me. How dare he make her smile like that? How dare she laugh with someone who wasn't family? Irrational as it may seem, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of her sharing laughter with anyone else.
Okay enough . I'm done .

I went towards them and held her knuckles in my hand and said -
"Well please mind Mr. Russo but I'm taking my lady "

He said something which I didn't hear cause I was busy admiring the goddess in my arms .

I led her to a secluded corner of the hall, where the shadows danced around us, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Towering over her, I couldn't help but notice the slight height difference between us-her 5'7" frame against my towering 6'4" stature.

As we stood there, her back pressed against the solid pillar, I couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer. My hand found its place on her waist, a possessive gesture that spoke volumes without words. She reciprocated, her hand resting delicately on my chest, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between us.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, I intertwined my fingers with hers, holding onto her as if to anchor her to me. And then, looking deep into her eyes, I spoke with a voice filled with a mixture of longing possessiveness and obsession-

"Mishti, understand one thing that , I Abir Rajvansh , don't like it when others touch you like that. You're mine, only mine."

She smirked while saying "Oh, possessive much, Mr. Rajvansh?"

I leaned closer and said "You know it, sweetheart. You belong to me, and I don't like sharing."

She playfully whispered in my ear as she stood up on her toes "Well, lucky for you, I only have eyes for you, Mr. Possessive."

She gently pushed against my chest, creating a small but undeniable distance between us. Her touch was soft yet resolute as she placed her hand on my cheek, her eyes searching mine for something I couldn't quite discern. And then, with a voice filled with both warmth and caution, she spoke-

" I'm only yours abir , only yours"

I smiled at her and said -

"Aur main toh kisi aur ka ho hi ni sakta , sirf aapka hu"

She blushed while her cheeks flushed . She went from there leaving me in her thought always .

"I've never seen a more beautiful blush , my crazy girl" I murmured to myself, watching her retreat with a mix of wonder and longing. My heart fluttered at her words, echoing in my mind like a cherished melody.

To be continued ..........

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