This story is being written at a much slower rate than any of the others. I am not sure how its going turn out.
The Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter 1
She walked down, head held high, she was a vision in red and gold
. Layers of swirling chiffon edged with gold swirled around her. She looked as though she was walking through fire, flames licking at her feet.
Flashes exploded as the media went into a frenzy, they recognised the rising star. The crowd gave her a standing ovation and cheered even louder leaving no doubt in the corner of anyone's mind who was the star of the annual event which attracted the top industry players.
She was the face of Phoenix Designs; she was the designer -her small independent company had entered the competition and had rocked the industry. She had knocked the long established leaders of the podium to take the crown. This was the first step in dominance. Hurt them where it mattered most -position. This year neither AR designs nor SG fashion house were ranked for the three most prestigious awards she had taken all three. She had come out of their past, to steal what mattered most to these men. She would rip their world apart like they had hers.
Wearing her last outfit she claimed her Oscars -Fashion Designer Of The Year, Model Of The Year, The Creative Excellence Award and The Best Upcoming New Designer.
On the podium she flashed her smile and commented "It's an honour to be recognised by your industry peers to receive such top industry accolades, especially with having such a small team. Tonight I would like them to join me to recognise the honour and celebrate their effort and hard work blood sweat and tears that we all put into our work - Thank you!"
Khushi hugged her team all dressed in her designs to make her designs as visible as possible and thank those who had stood by her and helped her through the dark years.
NK and Preeto her best friends, her guardian angels here to make sure she survived her next venture. It had taken 8 years to get this far. She would soon achieve her end. Revenge was a dish best served cold. Payal and NK had both tried hard to dissuade her from her path worried; she wasn't as tough as she made out and when she reached her ultimate goal what next ? She was playing with fire, how much would she get burnt. Even the phoenix died in a blaze before the rebirth -she had already done that , she had risen from the ashes ,those dark days were a thing of the past .
They stayed at the after party just long enough to be seen and noticed and then disappeared assuring their host that they had had a lovely night but work was calling them in the morning.
NK, Preeto and Khushi had a joint suite at the Taj in Dehli every single paper and magazine had been ordered.
The trio sat and scanned every article all carrying the same piece of information -She was the star of the evening winning the three most prestigious accolades that people felt had already been awarded to the two main fashion houses who seemed to control the entire industry . Finally someone brave enough to taken on the super giants and win.
Two other men sat reading the same articles in their respective rooms. Different reactions from both-her father where had she come from how dare she tried to upstage him like. He had not heard from her in 8 years and now she shows up to take his prize. What else was she after? After all she was his daughter; she was supposed to increase the asset value of his business. Her marriage should have joined two fashion houses together to create a reigning power. That had not materialised the two fashion houses were rivals at their worst always competing. Shashi had been so busy focusing on AR Designs that he hadn't even noticed Phoenix Designs -the underdog come in from the back and stolen the show from him.
Shashi thought to himself of course she was his daughter -how else could she have won the model of the year. She had looked a vision in that red and gold creation, like her mother. The last time he had seen her, she had been a shy gawky teenager, she had developed poise and grace, her bone structure had developed fully so that she was striking and made heads turn when she entered a room. Those eyes belonged to her mother. Emerald eyes with a figure to match. She seemed to be made of stronger stuff than her mother who gave up the fight a very long time ago. She had left him when Khushi was 14 years old and he had never heard from her again. A scandal which lasted a few days, but money could buy anything- silence when needed.
Arnav saw her pictures, where had she been for so long. He stared at her photographs in all the different magazines, there was one feature that screamed at him from every image. Her eyes -there was no laughter or warmth. Just a cold green icy stare that gazed into him. The doorway to her soul seemed locked. How much had she suffered, he had tried to find her all those years ago to no avail. He hadn't been strong enough then , he had been 19 years old to her 16. They had both been puppets controlled by the puppet masters in a greater scheme for power and money. They had both been sold out, but he had not found that out for years. The guilt weighed heavily on his heart. Now she was back, alive and those eyes told him not well at all. Where had she been these last eight years? He worked out what she had been doing? He was proud of her for winning, she had earnt and taken those titles and beaten both him and her father. She was here now, under her own signature, banner . What did she want? What was she hoping for? The little voice in his head spoke and asked the question he was too scared to ask. Had she moved on? Of course she had ! They had been married 8 years ago on her sixteenth birthday. Who the hell got engaged at 15 and married by sixteen. Their parents had manipulated them, no hard task for mature aggressive businessmen. But with hindsight he was as much to blame as his father - he believed every word that b****** told him .That guy on the stage he held at her waist just a little too close for comfort , there was that sense of familiarity about their body language they way he held her protectively . Finally he hoped someone had starting protecting her looking after her the way she deserved . But those eyes they told a different story -that frozen stare , emoitionless ,listless look . Haunted they told a different story. What had happened to her in those missing years. He punched her name ,Khushi Singh Gupta ,followed by Khushi Singh Malik and finally Phoenix into various search engines waiting for information to bounce back . Instinctively as he waited his hand went to the gold chain around his neck . Two wedding bands -engraved "Hamesha". He worn them ever since that day a reminder, of the sentence he had been given and carried silently . Now she was back maybe he could lay some of his ghosts to rest.
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Hi to you all , I'm trying a different track not sure how this is going to turn out
Please help me with this one comment on how the story should develop at each stage
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Edited by harrybiggins - 11 years ago
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