The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of Blackwell Atelier, casting a golden glow on the sleek, minimalist interior of the design studio. The air was thick with the scent of fresh fabric, leather, and the faintest hint of expensive perfume.
The hum of the city outside could barely be heard as the team of designers, seamstresses, and assistants moved in perfect synchrony, each person is fully aware of high stakes surrounding the upcoming fashion show in Hyderabad. It was a major event, and nothing less than perfection was acceptable.
"In the midst of the chaos, a black Lexus LS pulled in, and the CEO stepped out with calm assurance, barely drawing attention."
Aaryan malhotra.
One of the top 10 fashion designers in the world.
Blackwell Atelier.
A modernist glass-and-stone building tucked in Banjara Hills- exclusive, elevated, private. The air smells faintly of jasmine from the surrounding gardens. Security greets him with a silent nod.
Aryan's presence was undeniable. Standing over six feet tall, his frame was imposing yet graceful, like an emperor who commanded attention but excluded an effortless elegance. He moved through the studio like a shadow- silent, calculated, and with purpose. His dark wavy hair was impeccably styled, and his beard neatly shaped but never overdone, defines his lower face with a soft ruggedness.
His jawline isn't sharply cut- it's more understated, gently contoured, softened by the natural lines of his face and the well-kept beard that frames it. His skin, a flawless porcelain, had a glow to it that was most ethereal, as though no earthly flaw could touch him.
But it was his eyes that held the true power. They were a piercing ice blue- cold, almost otherworldly, yet undeniably captivating. They held a depth that made anyone who met his gaze feel as though they were being scrutinized. To be caught in his gaze for too long was like being under the spell of a master magician- hypnotic, intense and chilling.
The atmosphere in the studio mirrored his exacting standards. Every corner, every workspace was impeccably arranged, as though the studio itself was a reflection of Aaryan's mind- ordered, meticulous, and without room for error. There was no such thing as a 'mistake' here. No garments, no design, no idea was too insignificant for Aaryan's criticism. A dress that had taken weeks to design and construct could be torn apart in a single moment if it didn't meet Aaryan's expectations. His eye for detail was unmatched. A seam out of place? Rejected. A shade of colour that didn't quite fit? Scrapped. He would never settle for mediocrity, and neither would his team.
After arriving at the company, he went straight to his office.
The office was large and open, with a clean and calm feeling. Natural light came through tall windows, softened by light curtains that kept the room from feeling too bright. The space felt peaceful and well-organized.
The walls were painted in soft, neutral colors, and fashion sketches were framed neatly along them. There were photos from past runway shows and design projects, each one showing the designer's journey and ideas.
In the middle of the room stood a wide desk made of smooth wood. On it were sketchbooks, fabric samples, pencils, and a laptop. A comfortable chair sat behind the desk, and everything was arranged with care, showing someone who worked with both focus and creativity.
One side of the room had a mannequin with a design in progress, while a clothing rack nearby held finished pieces. Each outfit was hung neatly, ready to be reviewed or styled.
The whole office felt like a space where ideas were brought to life-open, quiet, and full of purpose. It was a place where creativity happened every day.
He had a calm, confident presence that showed through in the way he dressed. He often wore slim-fit trousers in dark or neutral colors, paired with clean, button-up shirts-sometimes plain white, other times with soft patterns or muted tones.
He liked layering, often adding a well-fitted blazer or a lightweight jacket that brought structure to his look. His shoes were always polished-leather loafers or sleek boots that matched the rest of his outfit perfectly.
Accessories were simple but thoughtful-a classic watch, a silver ring, or thin-framed glasses. Nothing loud, but everything chosen with purpose. His hair was always neat, and his look gave the sense that he paid close attention to detail without trying too hard.
He dressed the way he designed: clean, smart, and timeless.
The preparations for Hyderabad show was going on, and the tension was palpable. Garments were being finalized, accessories bring carefully placed, snd rehearsals for the walk-throughs were underway. Aaryan had yet to give any approval.
Aaryan was working on designs in his office, too focused. He called his PA through the landline. When the call went unanswered he dialed from his phone "Ashok, in my office right now." He ordered sternly leaving no room for disagreement. He cut the call not even bothering to listen to other side.
Within minutes Ashok was in his office. "Yes sir. You called me." Ashok replied still panting from running as he was in canteen enjoying pizza.
"Yeah. Arrange an executive meeting with the production team, and give me the list of fabrics to finalize. I'll review it after the meeting." Aaryan told him. As the fashion show is ahead everything needs to be perfect.
"I'll keep the list on your table before meeting. Sir... Patternmakers are coming at 11- initial silhouette needs to signed off. And the organizers wants a teaser visual for social media. Deadline is in 48 hours." Ashok informed his boss about his upcoming schedule.
"Remind me about the patternmakers, as I'm busy with the half done designs. As for teaser use the black and ivory structures. No models. And what about the looks? How many looks they're expecting?" Aaryan said.
"Ten looks Sir." Ashok replied still typing about the schedule on his tablet.
"Make it twelve."
"Sir... What??" Ashok questioned clearly amused.
"Twelve Ashok. In case someone wants to surprise us." Aryan smirked.
"Alright sir." Ashok replied impressed by his boss Idea.
Sir.. about rehearsals...." Ashok was cut off by Aaryan.
"I'll check personally, EVERYTHING. Inform everyone. No mistake. I'll look into every fabric every dye myself. No seam should be out of place. No unfit colours should be seen by me, Inform the models about my arrival, everyone should be present in the fitting room. Was that dress torn apart I told the design studio to do?" Aryan told emphasising the word everything.
"Yes sir. Everything is done as per instructions. I'll schedule your visit to each and every department. And the meeting is set at 1 PM after lunch." Ashok replied.
"Good. Now leave. Quite studio. No walk-ins. I've to focus on cuts." Ashok ordered.
"Ok sir." Saying this Ashok left.
Aaryan stood and walked to the mannequin on which half done design is draped, to complete it.
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