Romans & histoires Eid Henna Designs

My assistant, Kiara, greets me with a cheerful smile. "Morning, Spencer! It’s a big day today. The investors are coming soon." I nod, my mind already fast-forwarding to the presentation. "Let’s make sure everything is flawless. I want to impress them!" Kiara agrees, and we dive into finalizing the details. Our collection, named "Eclipse," is truly a work of art—a captivating blend of bold, edgy shapes and graceful, sophisticated touches. As we work, the studio is alive with energy. Designers and assistants move about, all focused on a common goal: showcasing the best of Design Door.

She finally gained her wit after a couple of cars passed by the road. “Oh, that…” She suddenly let out a chuckle. “You can say that I have uhm, picked strange people as my servants. But…” She pulled out her right hand, showcasing a beautiful henna that was drawn with dark red ink and has the length between the back of her hand until the lower ¼ of her forearm. The mesmerizing design was completed with a simple jewelry to make the hand less crowded.

That girl was annoying him already. “It is said that before applying henna to the bride, the henna is touched by the groom.” Christian got to hear that from Irene. They still called them bride and groom because that was what they were because they were wanting to do the same in a different style. A more Indian version. “Yes, so you have to do it, Mr Daud,” Zoya smirked, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hands which contained henna. Its fresh fragrance spread throughout the huge hall but Adam and Isaac covered their noses, uttering, “Ew!”

*** Kiara After taking a warm shower and removing the turmeric paste off of my body, I was told to get ready for Mehndi. Ethan had called me, asking me if I was okay with strangers applying haldi to my body. We had talked for a while before I had to get dressed for my arms and calves to be designed with Heena, which would stain my limbs with said designs. “How are you doing?” Ethan asked, smiling at the ladies who were applying mehndi to my ankle. “Do you want to eat anything?”

And she assured me that she could apply just a small design in the middle of her palms. The function was going on in our home, my sisters Suhana, Sagarika, Samaira, and Sanya were getting their hands adorned with henna designs. While Sambhav and Shivay were just chilling and helping the guests occasionally. Shaurya was with my friends and they were teasing me, so I went to help Mom.

And in reality, it is right in front of our eyes, merely a layer of fog is keeping us apart. I had never even imagined in my wildest dreams that my ritual of buying a present for Helena (like she did every month in the past), would lead me towards her. That night, I scrolled through business news to look for the latest trending jewelry designers and stumbled upon this headline. “A new designer in town! Miss Helena Hensley is ready to rule the market!” My Helly! Her picture was also attached to that viral article, her designs had caused uproar in the business community.

She looked pure and sweet. Jenney was also staring at her. She heard from Cherry that Hazel was the most popular fashion designer in Dragon City and many socialite divas asked her to design clothes for them. So she came here to have a look. She had thought that she was a middle-aged woman, but to her surprise, he was so young and beautiful. Then, Hazel took out a newly designed Epiphyllum series and said, "Miss Jenny, this is our new launched customized series. You are tall and slender, with fair skin. It should be suitable for you."

She called a henna artist and ask her to design their hands while she is at it. Soon after, Bushra's hands and legs are decorated with both black and red henna like a bride. Though her gown is uncomfortable, she didn't find it hard to sit down and give her hand forward for her to design. She likes every bit of those little designs that decorated her hand. She told the lady to write Mika'il's name where he won't be able to find it, she was fast to complied. She likes that Zara's attention wasn't on her so she won't be too jealous of the matter.

I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'. “We got dope," Jeff says pausing to gage my reaction to his offer, "it’ll cost you, but we don’t mind sharing." “What kind of dope?” I ask, as they both shift their feet expectantly thinking they've just won the creeper lottery. “Oh, great Hannah, now you want to get high? You couldn’t do that in high school like normal kids?” I ignore Lily, she is lucky she is a spirit guide, her snarky sense of humor would probably blow my chances at convincing these weasels I'm actually interested in anything they have to offer.

I waited for them to finish, and Cass dragged me to her room leaving Alexander to clean up the plates. “I wanted to show you something, I’ve been practicing this for a week.” She opened her drawers and took out some papers. “These are my designs for Henna tattoos” she said bouncing on her bed and shoving the papers to my face. And as expected from a talented artist like her, all designs were pretty good. “Wow, all of these are very pretty.” She nodded and began searching again. “I know, there’s this fair I’m going to, and I’ll do hennas for the kids. Just to have money for medicines and stuff.” She grabbed a jar and a paint brush.