Naira Singhania..born as Singhania but abandoned at birth by her father she grew up with her grandparents the Maheshwaris at Mussorie was a simple girl attending college a year back but right now she is the sensation of Bollywood , dream girl to eve...
Kartik stepped into the boutique with an air of confidence, his white t-shirt fitting snugly against his toned physique. The light pink blazer draped over his broad shoulders added a touch of sophistication to his ensemble, while his cream-colored pants accentuated his long, lean legs. As he moved through the boutique, his presence turned heads. With every step, his charm seemed to radiate, drawing the attention of those around him. His dark hair was neatly styled, framing his chiseled features, and his warm smile illuminated the room.
Kartik's outfit
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Passing the reception desk, Kartik ventured deeper into the inner sanctum of the boutique, where the true essence of Keerthi's Ethnic Elegance Fashion House unfolded before him. The space was a seamless blend of traditional charm and contemporary allure, reflecting the fusion of cultures that defined the brand's signature style. Mannequins stood tall, draped in the exquisite creations of Keerthi's designs. Each lehenga was a masterpiece, boasting intricate embroidery, vibrant colors, and luxurious fabrics. From elaborate handiwork to delicate embellishments, every piece showcased the unparalleled craftsmanship of the brand.The ambiance was enchanting, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the displays, highlighting the richness of the fabrics and the intricacy of the designs. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding to the boutique's allure and creating an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication.
Just then, Kartik's attention was diverted by the familiar voice of Naksh as he called out "Kartik"
He tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing display of lehengas and turned towards the staircase on the side, where Naksh stood, his silhouette outlined against the soft glow of the boutique lights. As Kartik's gaze met him Naksh waved with an infectious smile playing on his lips
"Naksh..." Kartik returned the smile and walked towards the stairs
"I was just about to call you, sab yahan upar hai aayiye" said Naksh
"Ji..aur haan aap Naira ke bade bhai ho so inta formal mat huyiye..." said Kartik climbing up the stairs
"As you say Jija ji" chuckled Naksh as the two of them walked up to the private cabin of Keerthi.
As the men stepped into the cabin, the air was filled with a symphony of giggles and chatters, creating a lively atmosphere that enveloped them the moment they crossed the threshold. The sound of laughter danced in the air, mingling with the melodic tones of conversation, like a vibrant tapestry woven from the joyous exchanges of those within. Kartik's eyes scanned the room where his eyes were met with the sight of Akshu and Mansi who were giggling over some gossip that they were sharing as whispers in each other's ears, their laughter filling the air like tinkling bells. Keerthi who was intently inspecting a lehenga her eyes scanning every detail with a discerning eye and finally Abhi and Aryan who were busy talking and laughing about something on Abhi's mobile screen. But despite the joviality surrounding him, Kartik's heart sank as he realized the one person he longed to see , Naira, his Naira, was nowhere to be found
