The Second Dress

After choosing the dress I finished my preparations and went on my way to my job.

On my first day at work, I was both nervous and excited to be starting at a fashion house owned by Firoz Shah, a prominent photographer from an earlier era. As I entered the shop, I was struck by the luxurious and classy interior.

Firoz Ji, a charismatic man in his late 60s, greeted me warmly. His presence was magnetic, and I could tell that he had a deep passion for his work. He made a strong impression on me with his enigmatic personality and sharp wit.

During our introduction, I noticed that Firoz Ji seemed very impressed by my appearance. He complimented me on my beauty and figure, which made me feel a little flustered but also proud.

As I diligently worked throughout the day, helping customers find their perfect outfits and providing them with advice, I couldn't help but notice Firoz Ji watching me intently from across the room. It felt like he was studying me, analyzing every move I made. Despite this feeling, I continued to do my best to provide excellent service to all the customers who walked into the store.

At lunchtime, Firoz Ji invited me to join him for lunch at a nearby cafe. We talked about various topics ranging from the fashion industry to our personal lives. He shared stories from his past experiences as a photographer, and I told him about my dreams of becoming a successful businesswoman. We had a great time together, and it was clear that we had formed a connection.

After lunch, we returned to the store, where Firoz Ji asked if he could take some photos of me. I hesitated at first and asked him why would he take photos of amateur like me.

"Because you have the perfect figure," he replied. "I see potential in you."

His words left me speechless and flattered. I wasn't sure how to respond or what to think about this situation. Was he really interested in taking photos of me?

I finally agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Firoz Ji led me to a small photo studio set up at the back of his shop. It was dimly lit with a few lights and props scattered around the room. He handed me a dress and asked me to change into it while he set up the camera equipment.

The dress was a beautiful red Anarkali suit. It was tighter than I expected and clung to my curves perfectly. When I came out of the changing room, Firoz Ji's eyes widened in surprise.

"You look absolutely stunning!" he exclaimed. "Let's get started."

He directed me to pose against the wall and began snapping pictures. With each click of the shutter, I felt more confident and comfortable in front of the camera. Firoz Ji gave me instructions on how to stand, where to look, and even how to smile.

After several minutes of shooting, Firoz Ji told me that I had done an amazing job and was pleased with the results. He thanked me for agreeing to let him take photos of me and promised to send them to me once they were edited.

As I changed back into my regular clothes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Over the next few weeks, Firoz Ji continued to invite me to model for him during my breaks or after hours. Each session felt more natural and enjoyable than the last. He taught me how to strike different poses and work the camera, making me feel like a true professional model.

One day, he suggested that we take some photos outside the shop so that I could experience being on location. We went to a nearby park, where he took pictures of me standing among the trees. The sunlight filtering through the leaves created a beautiful effect on my skin, and I felt more alive than ever before.

One day during one of our regular photoshoot , After taking several shots, Firoz Ji stopped and looked at me seriously. "Do you want to become a professional model?" he asked.

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "I've never really thought about it before."

He smiled and nodded. "Well, now is your chance."

With those words, he handed me a contract and explained that it would allow him to represent me as my agent. If any opportunities arose for modeling jobs, he would be able to negotiate on my behalf and ensure that I received fair compensation.

After reading through the contract carefully, I knew that I would not get a chance like this ever again.