23. WIFE

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the cabin as the photographer and models arrived. Taliya's team, already buzzing with activity, rushed out to greet them. The photographer, a seasoned professional named Marco, stepped out of his van, his camera slung over his shoulder. He was followed by the models, each one a striking figure of grace and poise.

“Alright, everyone,” Taliya called out, her voice carrying authority and excitement. “Let’s get these fittings underway. Marco, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

Marco flashed a confident smile. “No problem at all, Taliya. Let’s capture some magic today.”

The models, a diverse group representing a range of looks and styles, were ushered into the spacious living area, which had been transformed into a fitting room. Racks of elegant clothing lined the walls, and tables were strewn with accessories, shoes, and makeup kits.

Haroon stepped forward, clipboard in hand, and began assigning models to different team members. “We’ll start with the first group. The rest of you, please wait here until you’re called.”

The first model, a tall woman with striking features, stepped up to Taliya. “I’m ready whenever you are,” she said, her voice calm and professional.

Taliya smiled and led her to a fitting station. “Let’s get you into the first outfit.”

As the model slipped into the dress, Taliya’s sharp eyes scanned every detail, ensuring the fit was perfect. “How does it feel?” she asked, adjusting the fabric slightly.

“It’s perfect,” the model replied, admiring herself in the mirror. “This dress is stunning.”

Marco moved in, snapping a few test shots. “Beautiful. The lighting here is fantastic.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was busy fitting the other models. Haroon was in constant motion, checking on each fitting station and offering assistance where needed. The atmosphere was a blend of focused determination and creative energy. She enjoyed the energy feeling into her veins. Work made her calm, her lips lifted into a small smile making her staff feel at ease with her.

Taliya moved from model to model, her hands never idle. She adjusted seams, selected accessories, and offered words of encouragement. “Remember, the theme is ‘Ethereal Elegance.’ I want you to embody that in every movement.” Smile not leaving her face as she wawalketo another model fixing her sleeves and small linen pendant.

One by one the models were called as Marco worked his magic in successfully taking out their picture. Even the models smiled to camera as they felt ease seeping into their bones. That's what Taliya always wanted to make ease with everyone. But, she failed in doing that with herself. She couldn't give peace to her ownself.

As the afternoon progressed, the room filled with the sound of cameras clicking, fabric rustling, and voices exchanging instructions. The models moved with practiced grace, slipping in and out of outfits with ease.

Marco directed the models to different poses, capturing the essence of each design. “That’s it, hold that pose. Perfect!”

One of the models, a young man with chiseled features, caught Taliya’s attention. His outfit needed a final touch. She approached him, adjusting his collar and smoothing the fabric. “You look incredible. Just remember to stay relaxed and confident.”

He nodded, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “Thanks, Taliya.”

The fittings continued seamlessly, each model being transformed into a vision of elegance. Taliya’s team worked with precision and efficiency, ensuring that every detail was attended to. The accessories were matched perfectly, the makeup complemented the outfits, and the hairstyles were on point. All thanks to her staff who always have her back, in the business.

By late afternoon, the fittings were nearly complete. Taliya took a moment to step back and observe the scene. Her heart swelled with pride at the sight of her team working together so flawlessly.

Marco approached her, a satisfied grin on his face. “You’ve got something special here, Taliya. These designs are going to make waves.”

“Thank you, Marco,” Taliya replied, her eyes shining with determination. “This is just the beginning.”

As the last model stepped off the fitting platform, Taliya gathered her team for a final briefing. “You all did an amazing job today. The fittings went smoothly, and everything looks perfect. Tomorrow, we’ll do a full dress rehearsal at the venue. Let’s keep this momentum going.”

Her team responded with enthusiastic nods and smiles, their confidence bolstered by the successful afternoon. As they began to pack up the fitting area, Taliya felt a sense of accomplishment. The day had been a success, and they were one step closer to the grand launch of the collection.

With a final glance around the room, Taliya turned to Haroon. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow is another big day.”

Haroon nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. We’ve got this, Taliya.”

As they left the cabin, the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the landscape. Taliya took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm and purpose. She knew that with her team by her side, they could overcome any challenge that lay ahead.

~☆~

Fahad described every out going and in going information to Murad as he drive him to hospital. In the early morning, they had decided to visit Joma, who was still in hospital.

"Where is my father?" He questioned to Fahad who was startled by his sudden question.

"He is in his home. In New Downtown." Fahad's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he turned the car on the road, to the left.

"Why don't I live with him?" He questioned again curious with the shift in living place.

"He and his wife kicked you out when you tricked him that you are going to marry the girl they like for you. But, you didn't. You only said yes for your own good.

And after getting the company. You denied marrying her." He informed letting out the details to him making him shock and look at him with widened eyes.

"I did that? That's so disrespectful." He commented shocked on his own audacity.

"Where's that girl now?" He asked making Fahad tighten his hold more. Murad noticed the shift in his body and tone but stayed quiet.

"I married her." Murad stared silently at him.

"Maybe, I didn't hear that clearly. Can you say that again?" He signed making Fahad sigh and drop his shoulder into defeat.

"Yes. She is my wife now." He confirms making Murad straighten his spine.
"But your marital status doesn't say that on your bio." He pointed out making Fahad close his eyes but then open them with a snap as he sighed and answered him.

"It's not the time for my story, Murad. Here's the hospital." He informed parking the car in the parking lot as the engine died with a low hum.