Heya!! So after writing about the big three (IN MY OPINION) it’s time to step out my comfort zone and um do my least favorite pairings so starting off with VP x Wajid
I listened to the first ep and honestly it was alr just wasn’t my cup of tea tbh so spare me cause i barely know anything abt them
also thank so much to @themonotonysyndrome forr doing those wajid headcanons it literally saved me
VP was nowhere near the average noblewoman—an aspiring dream of hers that was captured once she became the face of Modas alongside… how would she put it? F⋆ckface Wajid. He was her only superior, the roadblock to her true success that she convinced herself she was destined for.
"The fabric here was dubbed 'out of season' years ago," Wajid said, his sensual voice clearing the chatter among the meeting oval. VP sharpened her glare, hoisting it towards him, before sighing quietly.
"And that's exactly why we should revive it. Listen, those very same clothes are coming back in; our customers miss the nostalgia!" VP exclaimed, her voice rigid in a way that could cut through Wajid's annoyed expression.
The other employees of Modas exchanged worried looks, all sharing the same pace of their nervous hearts.
"This season is florals, and everyone seated at this table knows that," Wajid interlocked his hands together, resting them on the table.
VP's eyes twitched slightly at his unnecessary rebuttal.
"We've had intricate lines before; combine the florals and nostalgia then," VP said, her voice raising slightly. She couldn't miss such a valuable gold pot of ideas that her proposal brought.
"That sounds more utterly stupid than your last ideas," Wajid muttered.
"And we barely survived with those," she shot back.
The silence was deafening, closing in on the meeting room. VP held back a curse against him, biting her tongue.
One brave stylist stood up, clearing his throat.
"Sir, our consumers are leaning into styles from the past, such as the transparent sleeves. And our sources say that Duchess Mentary was seen wearing a boater at her birthday dinner."
The stylist formed a strained smile, quickly readjusting his tie as the room fell silent once more.
VP's smirk widened from the indirect support of her peers. She cleared her throat, easily hiding her sh⋆t-eating grin.
"Thank you for that input," VP said, giving the nod for the stylist to take his seat again.
Wajid sighed and dug his two index fingers into the crease of his furrowed brow. His tension in his shoulders settled slightly. He briefly lifted his eyes to VP, the opposite of him.
"Input transparent sleeves into the next line; let's see how our customers react, and we'll go from there," Wajid said as he stood from his seat. His gaze stuck on the VP, who, behind her polite little grin, celebrated with a well-pleased gleam in her eyes.
As VP made her way out of the meeting oval, sharing small smiles with the other departing stylists and employees, Wajid waited at the door, his glare dedicated to her as she moved past with a smug smirk.
"You think defying me is fun now?" Wajid whispered against her ear, his lips grazing her skin.
"If it gets a humbling reaction, then yes, it’s fun," VP whispered back as she tilted her head up to him, noticing his hands flinching to grab her, but he remembered their environment.
"Try that again with me later and I'll have you bent over my lap once more, understand?" Wajid's hands dipped to the small of her back, causing a shiver of nerves to run down her spine.
i hope u enjoyed this ! Not very romantic unfornatuly more like bicker...added that last part to smooth it out.
please please please give me tips abt their characters so i can develop them more
i fear i didnt do much justice (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
