Taming The Casanova

Chapter 97

Manyata's POV

It was almost a week since he went to Jodhpur, it seems that the problem was bigger than we

anticipated.

Swati had gone back to Canada and Sagar Ji and Damini went back to Chandigarh yesterday. I was

missing everyone but most of all... my satan.

He called me every day and that became my most favourite time of the day. I always looked forward to

that call. He said that he was missing me and wanted to be with me as soon as possible.

I wanted that too. I was missing him very much. I was kind of disoriented this whole week. I zoned out

many a time. And I realised, I was thinking about him all the time. I realised that... I loved him.

He said he did lots and lots of shopping for me. Shopping ?? Him ?? He hated going shopping. It

showed how much he cared for me.

I also planned to surprise him with something. I knew what would be a pleasant surprise for him. I

smiled at that and was happy. I was sure that he would love it.

Only mom and dad were here with me. They were really concerned that I was working too hard. But I

told them, it was only till the exibition, I will be free after that.

It was morning and I had to go early today as it was the day of the exhibition. So after breakfast, I was

driving towards the venue for the exibition, which was the best hotel in Delhi. the exhibition was to start

at 6 in the evening. But Mohit and I had to come early to see all the arrangements.

Mohit was very excited, all the invitations were sent a week in advance. All the rich and famous people

like, actors, models, politicians, doctors, lawyers, industrialists, millionaires, billionaires socialites,

critics, people from the fashion industry, reporters from the leading newspapers and magazines were

invited.

Mohit did not leave any stone unturned. He wanted everything to be perfect.

There was a fashion show of all his dresses in the beginning and then an auction was planned for the

dresses. A part of the money collected in the auction was planned to be given to an orphanage.

It was 5 in the evening, everything was settled and under control. Just the supermodel who was

supposed to be the show stopper had not arrived yet.

He had started to panic. He kept trying her phone but it was not reachable. Harry tried calling her

manager. She informed that she would not be able to make it as she got some viral infection all of a

sudden and she was admitted to hospital.

Mohit was about to get a panic attack. He got very upset as even if he tried, he could not arrange a

famous female model at such short notice.

I was also feeling very bad for him but as helpless as him. I tried to contact a few famous models

whose pictures I had clicked earlier to persuade them to come but it was actually an extremely short

notice and nobody could commit to making it.

They all refused and Mohit was literally on the verge of losing it. All of a sudden he started staring at

me and before I could ask him anything, he caught my hand and took me to one of the rooms which

was reserved for that supermodel.

" What happened Mohit?? Why have you brought me here? "

" Get ready Manu, you are going to wear the dresses she was supposed to wear. "

" What?? Are you out of your mind?? Listen, Mohit please calm down. Take a deep breath. "

" You take a deep breath and get ready. You are going to be my show stopper today," he said.

" Mohit, have you already lost it?? I can't. I am not even a model. "

" Yes, you are not, but you are a celebrity, it is High time, people should recognise you by face. This

beautiful face and awesome body is supposed to in front of the camera. You are the best fashion

photographer, you have been behind my success and always been behind the camera. But I want the

world to know that you are much more than just a talented photographer behind the camera. " he said.

" Don't be absurd Mohit... Let me go. " I tried to get out of the room.

" No, I can't afford to let you go. As it is, I have no other option. None of the models, which are here

would be able to change so fast. Please Manu, you need to do this for me. Please... We can't allow all

the efforts we all made and money to go to drain. "

" But Mohit..."

" There are so many people here, what about the reporters? Do you want us to get bad reviews??

What would they report?? We can't afford to do that. We have no choice. You got to do this. Please, I

request you. "

" But Mohit, I won't be able to pull it off. I am not even a model. I don't look like them. I can't even walk

like a model... Those dresses won't even fit me. This is a bad idea. "

" You look more beautiful than most of the models. You have a great body. You can flaunt any of those

dresses without any alterations with those perfect curves of yours. Trust me you look fabulous, stop

hiding under those fully covered clothes. "

" But Mohit ... "

" Oh please... stop saying, but Mohit... Get ready fast. No further discussion on this. You need to do this

for us. Too many things and above all our reputation is at stake. " He said and left me alone.

There were two dresses, which I had to wear for different categories. I had no choice but to get ready.

Sahil's POV

I settled the problem at Jodhpur, it took longer than I thought. As baba sa was not there, someone had

planned to do some fraud but his Personal assistant, who was his most trusted man found out. He

informed baba sa.

I had the authority as a partner to solve the issue so I was happy, I could solve it as baba sa would be

tension free now.

I fell in love with Rajasthan. Their culture, customs, food, clothes etc. Everything was so rich and

colourful. I would love to come here with my beautiful wife.

Well, I was free now. I reached Delhi at around 5 PM, I knew manu would be busy in the exhibition. I

wanted to give her a surprise.

Mohit had already sent me an invitation, so I went home and got ready to go to the exhibition. I could

not wait to see my angel so I told mom and dad not to wait for us as we would be very late.

I was going to book a room for us at the hotel when Mohit told me that a room was already booked for

manu to rest there as she was there since morning.

I reached the venue, I wanted to meet my wife as soon as possible but could not find her.

Just then I saw Mohit I went to him and asked about Manu.

" Sorry Sahil, you can't meet her right now because she is getting ready for the show," he explained me

everything.

" What?? She is going as a show stopper?? "

" Yes... And no one deserves to be a show stopper more than her. She is awesome and the most

important thing is she is one of the reasons, I am doing so well in my business. Because of her

excellent pictures. Now is the time to come in front of the camera. " he said and I smiled and nodded.

" Well that is amazing... what I am a bit concerned about is, that she is just too shy. " I said.

" Well, that adds to the beauty, as she is going to wear bridal dresses. She would look like a bride and

a bride needs to look beautiful and shy just the way she would look today. The beauty with real

innocence, which cannot be feigned. Trust me she would be perfect for this. "

" Thanks, Mohit, I needed a favour from you... " I told him what I wanted and he grinned and said that it

would be done. He made a phone call right at that moment.

I thanked him and took my seat. And the fashion show started various models started coming wearing

different clothes designed by tailor but they seemed to be good.

I had seen a few of those models while I visited Mohit workshop. Those stupid models, who were

hitting on Manu and the girl who flirted with me openly were also on the ramp.

The fashion show was going great but my eyes were looking for my beautiful wife. Then I saw, Mohit

coming up on the stage holding Manu's hand as she was the show stopper.

I was mesmerized with the way she was looking. Awesome... Amazing... Beautiful just beautiful.

I would have forgotten to breathe but thanks god that was taken care of by God. He made that system

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