Mr Husband Work Hard

Rising star of modeling

Pratiksha smiled as she gave a nod before lifting up her dress slightly and running towards the back of the stage. With her mask on, if you were to point out one distinguishing feature between Pratiksha and Payal, it would have to be Pratiksha's legs. Pratiksha's legs were once known as one of the most beautiful legs in the world.

Just as everyone thought the show had reached it's climax, Pratiksha descended gracefully to the stage on a chair. All the spotlights immediately focused on her...

...but

...the Crown's Star was nowhere to be seen...

What had happened?

Everyone present ran around frantically looking for the Crown's Star, they even searched Pratiksha all over. Because of this, many people couldn't help but notice her lovely pale long legs...

Legs so beautiful, they were unforgettable...

Just as everyone was about to give up, a smile appeared from behind the mysterious golden mask. Pratiksha elegantly raised her arm, tilted her head backwards and lifted her left leg which was facing the audience - striking a beautiful dance pose. At that moment, out from under the white dress and down her smooth legs, the Crown's Star appeared around Pratiksha's ankle sparkling magnificently.

Wow...

Everyone froze in amazement at the scene in front of them. The sight of Pratiksha lying on the chair seamlessly moving from one pose to the next was unforgettable. Most impressive of all, every single pose Pratiksha pulled, the Crown's Star would be presented in a different light; showing off it's beauty over and over again...

The audience rose to their feet and gave Pratiksha a standing ovation...

Amongst the crowd, in a high but hidden position, Moksh's gaze was focused on Pratiksha. His new wife, once India's top model, was here standing in on behalf of a B-Grade model.

There was no denying it, no matter if it was 3 years ago or 3 years later, she was still the same model - born for the runway...

After Pratiksha's final pose, the show came to a satisfying end. Silicon Jewellery's founder was extremely impressed with her performance. Of course, he wasn't aware the model on stage was Pratiksha; he still believed it was Payal.

He appeared from behind the stage and approached Pratiksha. Like a gentleman, he offered his hand, helping Pratiksha off her chair and led her to the front of the runway as they bowed thankfully to the audience.

"Thank you everyone, and of course, thank you Miss Singh for a spectacular performance, it was certainly impressive."

Pratiksha stayed silent. She just simply responded with a bow. When suddenly, from the front of the runway came a high-pitched voice, "She isn't Payal, I've seen Payal in real life and she does not have such long legs!"

At that moment, everyone was stunned as they looked up and down Pratiksha's legs with doubt, "If you are indeed Payal, then remove your mask. If you are not, then Rastogi Entertainment are a bunch of liars!"

Sounds of doubt multiplied and grew louder. Even the designers of Silicon Jewellery were beginning to question whether the woman in front of them was Payal.

"Miss Singh, please remove your mask..." The designers were curious. Was she really Payal? If she really wasn't then their collaboration with Rastogi Entertainment would have to come to an end.

Pratiksha hesitated, but she was already surrounded. With no other choice, she slowly removed her mask. At that moment, everyone held their breath. At the sight of her face, some recognized her immediately as the once famed model...

"It's Pratiksha!"

It was rumored that after Pratiksha was blacklisted, her status had completely deteriorated. She was even worse off than unsigned models. Who would have thought she would stoop so low as to step in for someone else. Was she deliberately creating hype or was she forced due to her current situation?

"Pratiksha, it's actually Pratiksha." The reporters quickly surrounded Pratiksha, giving her no room to escape.

"Miss Mehra , could you please explain the current situation? Payal was the one that was invited to appear in today's show, but how come it turned out to be you?"

"From what we know, you were blacklisted 3 years ago. Are you trying to take this opportunity to announce a comeback?"

"As a once-famous model, are you trying to take Payal's jobs? Are you taking advantage of her being injured and stealing her opportunity to be a spokesperson?"

"It's obvious you are just trying to create hype. I knew it. Payal was already injured, how could she possibly attend the show .Famous supermodel my a**! More like famous super CHEAP model!"

The reporter's questions got more and more intense, in fact, some were already spouting insults.

"Outdated cheap model..."

"Payal should be the spokesperson, give it back to her!"

Pratiksha was slowly forced to retreat as the reporters surrounded her. Some even pushed her. At this moment, Silicon Jewellery added to the insults, "I am going to sue Rastogi Entertainment, what you are doing here is blatantly lying! I asked for Payal, instead, you gave me a 3rd-rate model." The designer had no idea how famous Pratiksha was 3 years ago. All he knew was that he had not seen this model appear anywhere in recent years.

"As for you, I'll see you in court! But, for now, get lost! You do not deserve to be standing on my runway!" he yelled.

The sharp voice echoed through the building, even the reporters were surprised. No model would just stand there and let someone yell at them like that.

"Why are you still here? Get lost!"

Pratiksha already prepared herself for this moment, but still struggled to hold back the humiliation. It was at that moment, a deep, attractive voice resounded from the end of the stage, "Yes, someone should get lost indeed..."

In surprise, the reporters turned to where the voice was coming from. There, standing at the end of the stage was Moksh. Everyone's eyes opened wide in shock...

Isn't this the CEO of Khurana Entertainment? Why is he here? Most importantly, why is he standing on the stage?

It was a well-known fact that Moksh despised artists that played mind games.Pratiksha is digging her own grave.

This time even Khurana can't help but step out from behind the sidelines.

Everyone held their breath, certain that Pratiksha was out of luck. But to their surprise, Moksh walked over to Pratiksha and stood by her side. With the intimidating tone of a king, he turned to the designer and continued, "...but, she is not the one that should get lost...it is you!"

"I could make Silicon Jewellery disappear from India if I want to. Your manners appear to be on a different level to your jewelry."

Pratiksha's heartbeat stopped for a moment. Who would have thought...her new husband, who she had only met for the third time, would stand up for her.

All the reporters were stunned as they began to worry. Had they known earlier that Pratiksha had ties with Khurana, they wouldn't have been so rude.

Silicon Jewellery's designer was not impressed, but he knew he could not offend Khurana International. After a few moments of silence, he reluctantly apologized, "Sorry, President Khurana . I didn't know of your relationship with..."

"You are wrong, I have no relations with her. I'm just simply...questioning your character!"

Moksh denied his relation to Pratiksha and began to walk away. But before he left, he turned around and announced to the reporters, "There is, however, one thing I cannot deny. She will definitely become a rising star in the modeling industry!"