Fan Fiction: A Jealous Rage! Chapter Eleven

                                                 
                                                                Chapter Eleven


Venue: Grand Hyatt Mumbai

 

 

There was a buzz in the air that evening, everyone wanting to get a glimpse of the Natasha Kapoor collection, high expectations were set. The big question on everyone’s mind, can she deliver? Even her harshest critics were out sharpening their claws ready for the attack. The Grand Hyatt Mumbai was full of action, as the crew got ready to deliver one of the best choreographed fashion extravaganza that Mumbai had seen recently. The rich and the famous, the press and fashion editors, all in attendance tonight!

The glittering ballroom of the hotel was all decked out for this showcase.
It’s centre stage being a long white ramp that seemed to stretch forever flowing down into stairs that reached its audience. The back ground displayed in bold, Mumbai Fashion week by Natasha Kapoor

Seating was arranged in three different angles facing the ramp. At the front just below the stairs was the VIP seating. The venue was most certainly set for something big to happen, what was it going to be? The Kapoor Family made its way to its front row VIP seating together with the Sharma family minus Ayesha Sharma who was still working abroad on her modeling assignments Vikram and Neha Shergill very close friends of Ram & Priya Kapoor were also there, they were not just friends but more than family.

While they all took to their seats,

Outside was an array of activity. Camera flashbulbs and TV crew with pestering reporters were garnering in for an interview with the one and only Mr Ram Kapoor himself, who just walked in looking like his billionaire self dressed in his black tuxedo. This man oozed an ESP Factor like no other. Wherever he went, people wanted to get a glimpse of him because he was just big in everything that he did.

He walked into the ballroom, ushered in to his VIP seating which was right in the middle of the front row having direct access to the models ramp.
He wouldn’t have to miss a thing because all would be right in front of him.
He saw his family all seated, smiled and acknowledged them by a wave of his hand.
he was eager to see only one person, to get a glimpse of his wife who would be sitting right next to him, but, she was not to be seen.

looking around, eyes zooming In on all parts of the room hoping to see her, but still nothing. He turned to Karthik who was sitting on the next chair, where is Priya? he shook his head saying I haven’t seen Di yet. Ram frowns, takes out his mobile and calls her, she answers. he whispered, baby where are you? She said I’m right here.
Please come quickly he said, I’m dying to see you. Ok my love she said, I’ll be there.
Backstage there was a flurry of activity, models all ready to hit the stage.
Every model was handpicked by Natasha Kapoor herself she went big, really big.
Her last and final words to everyone before the show began, was, good luck and go rock the stage!

The lights in the room dimmed the voice over the sound broke out around the room.
Good Evening Ladies & Gentleman, welcome to the Natasha Kapoor collection. Be ready to get bedazzled by creativity with beauty. Tonight’s theme is, Let’s Celebrate Woman, The Natasha Kapoor way!
Do Enjoy!

The Spotlights hit the stage The thumping of the music reverberates in all directions of the room. The first model appears on the ramp and struts herself with an attitude that made you stand to attention and so they followed one by one. Everyone in the audience was on the edge of their seats, anticipating each design on these gorgeous models. Ram took his phone and sent a text to his wife, baby what’s happening, where are you?And she responds back, I’m right here with you, in your heart.
He sees the message received and thinks to himself my hellcat is driving me crazy and looks on as the models walk through one by one. He was damn impatient to get his hands on his wife.

It was approaching closer to the showstopper, the question on everyone’s mind
Who was going to be walking the ramp in the Grand Finale. Backstage Natasha personally escorts this beauty, she exceeded her every expectation and was going to set every man on fire, with every woman going into an envious overdrive. Mumbai get ready! This handpicked model was no doubt a vision of elegant beauty. Slender, curvaceous and alluring. Her hair swept away from her face in an up style that set of her fine features. She was in a flimsy soft black organza sari that had a rich plain gold border trim along the sari edges.The sari was draped low below her belly button, the thinness of the fabric showed off the smoothness of her skin and the fine gold chain encircled around her waist gave her a sensuos appeal. The blouse was short around her midriff holding tight to her bosom exposing a rather nice cleavage. Her arms covered in long sleeved fine red lace with black detailed sequence enhancing the richness of the lace.

The sari pallu flowing over her left shoulder gently touching the floor as she walked.
Her neck and ears adorned in heavy gold jewellery. Whilst her finger was branded by her own piece. Her feet were in gold high heeled Manolo Blahnik sandals.
Her makeup was flawless, detailing her eyes to a smoky look, her lips rich an succulent in red lipstick. Right between those perfectly shaped eyebrows was a plain round red bindi that made a statement.

Natasha smiled at the model and said you look fabulous, I’m so proud off you squeezing her hand in reassurance and giving her a gentle hug of support.
Natasha had no doubt pulled out all the stops to get her right here.
This was going to be an overkill of note, The Grand Finale that was to be witnessed could either make or break this showing. It was time for the showstopper to hit the stage.

The room darkened the voice reverberated around the room
Ladies & gentleman we now introduce to you our showstopper of the evening

Total silence and then the music from the hit film fashion plays out sounding hautingly romantic in the background. A single spot light hits the stage on the model of the showstopper. The alluring figure stood head slightly bowed gracefully with her left hand extended out and her right hand holding the edge of her palu.

The lyrics of the song echos out,
Kuchh Khaas Hai Kuchh pas hai   something is special, something is near
Kuchh ajanabi ehsaas hai some    strange feeling is there

She slowly raises her head and stares, her eyes holding her audience captive and then it struck. The audience gasped at the vision, there was surprise and excitement all at the same time. The Vip row beaming with huge smiles and tears of joy, they were at the edges of their seats While Mr Ram Kapoor, was in an absolute state of shock. OMG, His wife Mrs Priya Ram Kapoor was the showstopper.

She began the model walk down the ramp with a sultry look emphasized by the spotlight that was following and detailing her. The flow of the music captivating a mood celebrating every essence of being A woman. He couldn’t even blink a moment, his eyes never missing a beat as each step she took her hips swayed ever so slowly and gently to match the beat of the music. She was drop dead gorgeous and every mans eyes in the room was captivated by her sweltering walk. This was sex appeal like you had never seen before, it was classy, it was mesmerizing, it was just pure perfection.

She stared right ahead, feeling his gaze on her, burning through her skin, eating her alive. She was beckoned by her lover eyes. She stopped at the edge of the ramp tantilizing her audience with her smile and her eyes. She looked straight to her lover, the master of her body and her heart, sending shockwaves through him. The audience applauded, the men whistled. She turned like a graceful peacock, her back facing the audience Ram’s jaw dropped, his mouth open as he stared at her bare back. What was actually holding the pieces together?

she ever so slowly started her walk back up the ramp her hips swaying ever so gently, every move echoing oohs an aahs from the audience clapping to their hearts content. The bright lights hits the stage and like a god, appearing on stage the hunkiest man that the eyes could take in, walking towards this goddess.
Wearing a fitted silk black pants, tight brocaded jacket covering the expanse of his chest leaving an exposed v neckline to show off his muscular chest.
The females in the crowd went crazy.

Apeksha and Neha who were sitting next to each other jumping out of their seats at the sight. This sight of a Bollywood heartthrob who was once a model himself, none other than John Abrahams in the very flesh OMG, they were in seventh heaven.
He walks towards her and she walks towards him both meeting in the middle of the ramp. He extends his hand out to her like a gentleman would and she takes it ever so gently, they both smile and he turns her into his arm and dips her slightly.

The audience went wild, Rishab, Vikram and Karthik were whistling as loud as could be heard. While the Sharma’s and Mrs Krishna Kapoor watched with pride as the spectacle unfolded. John pulled her back up then took her hand and tucks it into his arm, leading her back down the ramp engaging in their audience.
They turn and he lowers his hands to her bare back escorting her to the exit of the ramp. The clapping, cheering and whistling of the audience went on overdrive.

Appearing back down the ramp was John in the middle escorting Priya Kapoor and Natasha Kapoor followed by the entourage of models that had walked the ramp in this showing. What a spectacle it was. The audience clapped and screamed in appreciation, smiles beaming everywhere.

Take a bow Natasha Kapoor, she was a Hit.

But barely containing himself in his seat was one Mr Ram Kapoor who was in a fucked up mood. He got up from his seat and walkeds up the steps leading onto the ramp straight towards his wife, the audience excited screaming and shouting,
It was an overdrive of emotion. Ram took his wife’s left hand and raises it to his lip touching it gently while his eyes blazed with fire never leaving her face. He then gave his sister a hug and faces the two ladies of the moment back to the audience for a standing ovation.

Not a word spoken. just smiles, just smiles.

He then personally escorts his wife and sister off stage, No way was John Abraham’s touching his wife, no fucking way was that ever going to happen again. Natasha with a huge smile went to give Priya a big thank you hug for the most spectacular ramp walk she’d ever seen and all her big brother said, if the both of you know what’s good for you, right now, let’s go somewhere private.