Chapter 129

The grand ballroom shimmered under the glow of countless crystal chandeliers. The soft hum of a soft music played in the background, mingling with the gentle buzz of conversations and clinking glasses. Guests, draped in their finest attire, floated across the room with an air of sophistication.

Ayleen stood at the edge of the room, her eyes following Murat as he mingled effortlessly with the elite. Dressed in a royal blue tuxedo, the upper buttons of his pristine white shirt undone, he exuded authority and charm. She watched as his every move commanded attention, his deep voice resonating even in the bustling crowd.

For a moment, Ayleen glanced down at herself, smoothing the fabric of her pastel pink silk kameez. The matching trousers flowed gracefully, and her beaded dupatta rested elegantly on her shoulder. Her makeup was subtle yet flawless, her cheeks holding a natural pink glow, her lips shining with gloss. She had spent hours preparing, hoping to match his grandeur