Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

Kizy, clad in a red body tight outfit entered the ramp. The mermaid gown with off shoulder ruffle neckline hugged her body in the right places, highlighting all her curves, making her appear even more tempting. Her silver high heels shattering millions of hearts with every single step.

Her hairs were tied into a low bun, few fringes left untied, accentuating her heart shaped face. Her smoky eyes and dark red lips looking most inviting at the moment.

Kizy walked like a queen, the way she had always been. But her surprise entry wearing the masterpiece from 'Purple' was something that no one had expected.

Audience was mesmerized, not daring to even breathe loudly to disturb the s2ne in front of them.

Suddenly someone clapped from the audience and soon all others followed behind. They had no words left to describe how phenomenal Kizy was looking.

Kizy walked till the centre, took a spin in the centre, the bottom of dress swirling with her, before going back. Finally she, Irene and Alison came together in the middle of the stage and all the lights were turned on.

"Oh my god!!! OH MY GODDD!!! I am truly speechless at the 'Quotidian twinkle' collection presented by 'Purple'. Especially their ninth dress worn by our beauty queen Miss Kizy!! Miss Kizy, though I am afraid of Mr. Markus, but I can not stop myself from complementing your beauty today. You look georgeous!!" The male anchor said.

"You are flattering me Mr. Daniel." Kizy said with a shy smile, flustered from all the attention.

Daniel, the male anchor for tonight's show was shocked, hearing that Kizy knew his name. Afterall being engaged to such a reputed and filthy rich family like Evans, Kizy didn't needed to pay any attention to such small characters. But this showed how kind and humble Kizy was.

"No Miss Kizy. I am only speaking the truth." Daniel said sincerely.

"Daniel, a certain person is glaring daggers at you. If you want to keep your life safe, I think you should pay more attention to the finale than Miss Kizy." The Female anchor accompanying him joked, making all the audience laugh and look at Markus who was trying to not appear cold.

"And I am sure that people no longer want to hear us but only confirm the results from judges. Am I right?" The anchor said enthusiastically.

"Yes!!" The audience shouted in unison.

"So let us welcome the judges for our 13th International Fashion week, Mr. Taylor and Miss Georgia!!" The anchor announced.

The judges went on stage, all of the audience eager to know the results.

"Hello everyone. First of all we already decided to not deliver long speeches as none of you are willing to wait for the results." Mr Taylor started with a joke.

Everyone laughed before he continued.

"But there are some things that I want to bring to light.

No. 1, this competition was the best that I have ever seen till now. The fashion trends being the bestest.

Secondly, I personally want to thank Miss Mary for bringing such masterpieces amongst us, and redefining Fashion statements once again." The audience cheered and clapped at this statement.

"Thirdly, I don't know how many of you had identified it, but one of the masterpieces from 'Purple' was similar to that of 'Den and Jane'." Mr Taylor paused, to let the audience remember the dresses he was mentioning.

"To be honest, my secretary had already brought this matter to my attention, saying that one of the teams had plagiarised." Audience instantly started whispering about the sudden twist.

"But I wanted to see how the event would turn out. And crossing my expectations, 'Purple' has passed this test with flying colors, showing what a true fashion brand is.

Even when their design was copied, instead of panicking or creating a drama, and ruining the entire show, they changed their styles last minute, showing what a winner is without any words or arguments." Mr. Taylor said and immediately the audience burst into another round of cheerful applause.

"Also I hereby announce that 'Den and Jane' would be forever banned from the International Fashion week!!" Mr. Taylor declared and passed the mic to Miss Georgia.

"Now I would like to invite Miss Mary, CEO of 'Purple' to please come and accept your trophy." Miss Georgia announced.

Mary stood and went on the stage. But instead of going towards the judges, she went to Kizy and brought her forward, making her stand next to herself.

"Mary, to be honest, I have been dying to ask what made you change your style. But I think you have a background story to that. Am I right?" Miss Georgia said, who had been closely witnessing every fashion week for the past five years.

She had known that either Mary had a new designer or a completely different inspiration to change her styles. And Mary bringing Kizy forward with her had confirmed her suspicion.

"Miss Georgia, you are truly observant. It is true that the styles we presented this time were completely different from our usual self. And the credit goes to this person standing beside me - Kizy." Mary went straight to the point, a trait Markus had picked up from her.

The judges along with reporters and the common audience were shocked at the sudden revelation.

"Mother, what are you saying?" Kizy said in a low whisper, audible only to Mary.

Mary just gave her a reassuring smile and continued speaking.

"My secretary had informed me about our design being copied just half an hour ago. And not gonna lie, I was truly panicked.

But at that moment, she became my support, suggesting immediate changes to the designs, even editing my other masterpiece and adding this outfit to the masterpiece collection.

If not for Kizy, we might have fought for our justice, but it would have been difficult to win this competition.

So the real winner of International Fashion week is her." Mary spoke, not taking any credits from the win.

The audience applauded and both Mary and Kizy took the trophy, hugging each other.

This way the week long Fashion week came to an end on such a dramatic note.

'Den and Jane' tried to create a scene, but were kicked out immediately.

Media was highly praising Mary and Kizy, saying they were Fashion queens. Some had even labelled Kizy as the best model, beauty queen, amd much more. While some were questioning if Kizy intended to enter the fashion world, either as a designer or model.

Kizy didn't react to any and enjoyed her last family dinner in country A before returning back to Country B with the family members.

Kate stayed with them for another two days before returning back to F city, working for her NGO.

Kizy and Markus went back to Markus's house after convincing their grandparents that they will keep visiting frequently.

*10 PM, MARKUS's HOUSE, A CITY*

Markus was lying on his bed, deep in thought when Kizy came out from the bathroom.

She went to her side and climbed the bed, ready to sleep, when Markus interupted her actions.

"Kizy." He said.

And Kizy knew that Markus was serious, as he rarely called her by her name. He would always call her little lamb, wifey or honey when happy or showing off. Or else stupid woman or girl when pissed.

"Hmmm." Kizy said, showing that she was listening to him.

"Do you have an enemy, someone who is way too strong?" Markus asked directly.

He had wanted to ask the question when those people had taken Aaron away and Jason had spoke about praying something. But he felt that Kizy needed to spend some quality time and enjoy a good break. Thus he had been silent all the time, only asking the question after returning.

But this one question froze Kizy. She was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Why do you ask?" She said.

And therefore Markus ended up narrating the entire story since he had gone back to C city after bringing Kizy home, till the time Jason had disappeared after saying something mysterious.

"Also I had been dying to know, who is he?" Markus said, asking about Jason.

"Markus, it's not that I want to hide anything from you or I don't trust you, but it's just that my story is way too complicated. It is so long that I don't even know where to begin." Kizy said sincerely, truly in a dilemma about where she was supposed to start her story.

"And coincidentally I have a lot of time, patience and good listening skills. So any long story is welcomed." Markus said.

"Okay. I will tell you. But I am not used to talking about my dark past. Thus I need time. I would start telling my story now, but I don't know how long I can go. So if I stop in the middle, please don't force me to continue." Kizy said firmly.

"I won't press you." Markus said gently, knowing he was about to touch a sensitive topic and also uncover a little of Kizy's mysterious past.

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Have a bright day ahead!!

- Kizy