The Silent Groomer: Preparing Her for the Man of Her Dreams

My name is Hassan, and I am the man who taught her how to be loved by someone else.

In Dubai, image is everything. Zara wanted to break into the elite social circles, but she was shy and unsure of herself. I spent two years "polishing" her. I bought her the books she needed to read to hold a conversation. I took her to the best tailors and paid for her wardrobe, telling her it was an "investment in her future." I taught her how to carry herself, how to speak, and how to spot a man of quality.

I was building my dream woman, thinking that once she reached her peak, she would see that the man who had shaped her was the man she wanted. But I was just the coach.

Last night, at a gala I paid the entrance fee for, she met a prince. I watched from the edge of the room as she used every grace I had taught her, every conversation starter I had rehearsed with her, to captivate him. She was perfect. She was the masterpiece I had created. And she didn't look back at me once. Two months later, I received an invitation to her engagement party. It was a "Gold" level invitation—the kind you give to "valued friends." I spent my savings on the most expensive gift on the registry. I’m the man who polished the diamond so someone else could wear it, and I still can’t help but be proud of how brightly she shines.