02. Award Ceremony 🎊🎆

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Maanga Nahi Rab se Tumhe

Lekin Ishaara Tumhi par tha

Naam beshaq nah liyaa ho

Lekin pukaara tumhi ko thaa...!!❤️

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As twilight draped the city in gold, the grand award ceremony buzzed with anticipation. Inside the opulent five-star hotel, the air shimmered with prestige—CEOs of renowned companies and celebrated talents mingled beneath crystal chandeliers.

Suddenly, the hum of conversation paused.

A sleek black Lamborghini glided to a halt at the entrance, its engine purring like a predator. All eyes turned.

The door swung open, and out stepped a man clad in a tailored black Porsche suit. His face—strikingly handsome—carried an air of icy detachment. He didn’t smile. He didn’t glance around.

He simply walked forward, as if the world itself parted for him.

The Arrival of Siddharth Singh Rathore

He was no ordinary guest. He was Siddharth Singh Rathore—a name that echoed power, prestige, and mystery.

With the poise of royalty, Siddharth stepped out of the black Lamborghini, his black Porsche suit sculpted to perfection. His expression was unreadable, his aura commanding. Reporters clamored for a quote, a glance, a moment—but he walked past them like a king through his court, untouched by the noise.

Inside the glittering ballroom, Siddharth exchanged brief words with a few notable guests, his tone cool, his presence magnetic. But he remained distant, as if the ceremony was just another formality.

Later, he drifted toward the bar, picked up a drink, and leaned casually against the table—his posture relaxed, yet regal.

Then he saw her.

A woman in a long, off-shoulder blue dress, the slit revealing just enough to stir intrigue. Her elegance was effortless, her beauty—mesmerizing. She moved like poetry, and for the first time that evening, Siddharth’s icy gaze softened.

His eyes locked onto her, and in that moment, the noise of the room faded. He couldn’t look away.

The Twist in the Night:-

Just as Siddharth was lost in her beauty, his phone rang. He stepped aside to take the call, his voice low and sharp.

But when he returned, something changed.

His eyes darkened. A storm brewed inside him. There she was—hugging "Rajveer" . The same Rajveer with whom Siddharth shared a bitter past. Old wounds reopened. His jaw clenched, and his fist tightened with rage.

He was about to walk toward them when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around. It was Vihaan, her brother.

Siddharth forced a smile. They exchanged greetings and walked together to their seats.

The ceremony continued, and soon the moment arrived.

“And the award for Most Successful Businessman of the Year in Asia goes to... Siddharth Singh Rathore!”

Applause echoed through the hall. Cameras flashed. But behind that charming smile, there was something darker.

Congratulations to our 'Handsome' winner... but don’t forget—he’s the most poisonous one.

~Bhumi [Your Author]

After choosing a stunning deep blue off-shoulder dress with a slit—just the right mix of elegance and sass—I did some light makeup. I prefer a natural look, so I kept it minimal. Once ready, I headed to the party.

The venue was absolutely mesmerizing. Reporters were everywhere, clicking photos of famous businessmen and celebrities.

As I entered, a few reporters approached me. “Miss Tara, do you think you’ll win the award tonight, or will it go to another designer?”

(Seriously, why do people ask such questions? What do they think I am—an astrologer who can see the future?)

I smiled and replied, “Well, I believe in myself and in my hard work. If I truly deserve the award, then yes—I’ll win it. But if another designer is more deserving, then they should absolutely receive it. It’s all about the effort we’ve put in. So, let’s see what happens.”

With that, I walked inside.

I greeted my company’s boss, Mr. Vikram Malhotra, and met a few other guests. Then I grabbed a glass of orange juice and settled at my table.

A minute or two later, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around—and there he was. Rajveer. My boyfriend.

I instantly stood up and hugged him tightly. (Oh my God, he looks so handsome tonight. I suddenly feel like kissing him!)

After the hug, I asked him about his work and family. Then I sat back down.

The award ceremony began. A few awards were announced, followed by some speeches.

And then... my name was called. “Tara Singhania – Top Fashion Designer of the Year!”

(Oh my God! I’m so happy. I’ve waited so long for this moment—I can’t even describe how proud I feel.)

I walked up to the stage, received my award, gave a short speech, and returned to my seat.

The entire ceremony was beautiful. Everything felt perfect. But something was... off.

During the party, I had this strange feeling—like someone was watching me. I could feel a gaze on me the whole time. I don’t know who it was, but I’m sure someone was keeping an eye on me.

(Well, I honestly don’t give a damn.)

That’s all for today. Hope you enjoyed it ❤

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