Kamini Diaries

“Power is not always spoken… sometimes, it’s whispered in confessions.”   The office looked too clean tonight. Not tidy. Clean — like something had been scrubbed. Scrubbed too hard. Like someone was trying to erase a memory. Or a body. Ruhaan walked down the hallway, his leather shoes tapping against the silence. Security cameras blinked. The same ones he used to watch Kamini from — now felt like eyes mocking him. It had been five days. Since she touched him. Since she said his name. Since she walked past him like he was just another intern. Kamini had disappeared. But her ghost was everywhere. Then came the message. No sender name. Just one line: “Conference Room 9. Midnight. Alone.” He didn’t need a signature. Only one person in this building had the audacity to play mystery games on company email. The door to Conference Room 9 was already ajar. It smelled like jasmine and wet paper. Kamini sat inside. Legs crossed. A single spotlight above her head....

“Not every story begins with love. Some begin with power... and end with surrender.”  He walked around the back — through the fire exit corridor, across the pantry, and into the hidden side-entry from the archives. He knew the layout better than the architect. This office was his theatre once. Now he was sneaking in like an intruder. Kamini didn’t flinch as he entered. She was sipping coffee, back still turned, red file open on her glass table. “You always liked breaking the rules,” she said calmly. Ruhaan shut the door behind him. No guards. No interns. Just them and the air between them that smelled like jasmine and betrayal. “I thought we burned that file,” he said. She turned slowly. Eyes lined. Lipstick still absent. But the fire... the fire was still there. “I archived it,” she said. “Burning is for people who forget. I... never forget.” He stepped closer. “Then why are you acting like I never existed?” She closed the file and placed her palm on it. “Bec...

“Not every story begins with love. Some begin with power... and end with surrender.”  The boardroom emptied like spilled wine on a white sheet — quickly, with stains that would take hours to fade. Viraj left last, giving Kamini a lingering glance, a subtle nod… and then walked out with the poise of a man who had nothing to prove. Ruhaan didn’t move. He sat there long after everyone had left, the projector screen flickering with its last frame — "Desire is the highest currency. Sell wisely." – Kamini Aarora His temples throbbed. Not from jealousy… but from familiarity. He knew where that line came from. Page 27, her old red diary — the one she had once read out loud to him, naked on the balcony at 4 in the morning. And now she was quoting it in a stakeholder meeting? He stood up. Walked toward her cabin. The glass was tinted now — privacy mode on. That wasn’t standard. It wasn’t even allowed. He tried the door handle. Locked. “Kamini,” he whispered. No a...

“Not every story begins with love. Some begin with power... and end with surrender.”   The Breach in the Boardroom The office lights flickered — just once — as if the building itself took a breath and held it in. On the 27th floor, a large conference room stood deserted. But not empty. Kamini’s presence lingered, even in her absence — her perfume faint in the air, her lipstick’s soft imprint still on a disposable coffee lid near the speakerphone. Ruhaan entered slowly. He wasn't there for a meeting. He was there for evidence. Or closure. Or something between the two — something messier. The CCTV footage from earlier that day still looped in his mind: Kamini laughing. Kamini brushing her fingers on Viraj’s wrist. Kamini whispering. Whispers were dangerous. Kamini’s whispers… fatal. He looked around. No one. The glass walls shimmered in the moonlight. Behind him, the skyline of the city blinked — a thousand windows lit up like watching eyes. Inside, he wasn’t watch...

“Silence isn’t always peace. Sometimes, it’s war in disguise.” — Chapter 2: Her Silence, His Storm  Ruhaan didn't sleep that night. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his studio apartment — the one Kamini had never visited, but knew existed. His world felt oddly quiet, like the moment before a monsoon cracks open the sky. Her absence had become a character in his life. A ghost that hovered in the corners of his room. She hadn't texted. Not even a full stop. And in their world, silence wasn't ignorance — it was strategy. At 10:42 AM, the office lobby smelt like new cologne — expensive, assertive, meant to leave a trace. Viraj Kapoor entered, this time with a leather file tucked under his arm and Kamini on his right. No touch. Just synchrony. Ruhaan watched them from the mezzanine. Like an old king watching his queen walk beside the new contender. By noon, rumors had solidified into stories. "She’s already shifted cabins," someone whispered. ...

Volume 4, Chapter 1 “When Whispers Get Louder” They don’t say her name out loud in the office… But they talk. The office smelled different. Not like fresh paint or floor cleaner, no. It smelled like suspicion. And something else—unspoken, untraceable… like the fading scent of a woman who no longer needed to announce her presence. Kamini hadn’t spoken to Ruhaan in three days. Three whole days without her voice curling into his ears like silk. No messages. No glances. Just the sharp click of her heels down the marble hallway… each step a question mark. In the pantry, the whispers had started brewing stronger than the coffee. “He’s not the first.” “She did the same thing with Ayaan… remember him?” “Ruhaan’s just a bookmark—until she turns the page.” Ruhaan heard them all. He didn’t flinch. But inside… a fire he didn’t start was burning uncontrollably. Back in his cabin , he pulled up the CCTV feed. The office had cameras for security. Tonight, he used them for clarity....

"You want truth, Ruhaan? Tonight… I’ll give you mine. But it won’t come with mercy." — Kamini Aarora 💋 The boardroom felt colder than usual that morning. Not because of the AC. Because she wasn’t there. The empty chair at the far end — hers — screamed louder than any presence could. Ruhaan sat, jaw clenched, eyes pretending to read the file in front of him. But his mind? Still tangled in last night’s kiss, her breath, her weight, the rooftop secrets, and that line she left etched in his skin: “This is your last secret night, Ruhaan…” And now? She was gone. No message. No call. Only a note. Folded neatly under his office mouse. “I took what I needed, Mr. Intern. Don’t be late to the meeting.” Cruel. Calculated. Kamini. When she finally walked in — fifteen minutes into the meeting — heels clicking like a declaration of war, Ruhaan forgot to breathe. No smile. No softness. Her eyes scanned the room like a predator — but never once landed on him. She loo...

“We didn’t stop kissing. We just changed the language.” — Ruhaan Mehta 💜 They never meant to go this far. But lust isn’t a planner — it’s a wildfire. Her mouth found his again before the words did. Maybe there were no words left. Kamini’s heels were kicked off and forgotten. Her body wasn’t wrapped in control tonight — it was wrapped around him. Ruhaan’s back pressed against the cool rooftop railing, but he didn’t shiver. How could he, when her heat had already burned through his spine? “This isn’t allowed,” he murmured between stolen kisses. “Then why does your body know every step by heart?” she bit back, tugging at his shirt, now drenched — from the rain or her desire, he couldn’t tell. Their hands moved without permission — over buttons, down zippers, against skin that had waited too long to be known. She pushed him onto the lounge chair meant for mid-shift coffee breaks. But tonight… it was a throne of sin. Kamini climbe...

"Some nights don't ask for permission… they just unfold. And when they do, even the stars stop watching." — Kamini Aarora 💋 The cityscape stretched like a glittering quilt of secrets beneath them. Rooftop breeze tangled her hair, the night warm with tension that no words dared disturb. Kamini leaned back on the steel railing, her silhouette sharp against the moon’s silver hush. Ruhaan stood before her — still, restrained, but smouldering. He hadn’t touched her yet, not since the office garden. But his eyes? They burned. “I know what I said last night,” she murmured, voice edged with challenge. “But things change... when the sky starts listening.” Ruhaan stepped forward. “Then let’s give the sky something to remember.” His fingers grazed her wrist. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. But she didn’t pull him closer either. “What are we doing?” she asked, breath a mist of vulnerability. “Whatever you allow me to.” Her laughter was soft, broken...

“ There are certain places where even silence blooms... and tonight, it had your name on every petal. ” — Kamini Aarora 🌸 Volume 3 Chapter 7: The Garden Temptation 🌿 The night had settled over the office like a velvet robe—silent, rich, and watchful. While others had gone home, Kamini took the stairs, barefoot in her heels, leading Ruhaan past the conference room, past the tinted glass walls, into the garden balcony only a few knew existed. It wasn’t just a terrace. It was her secret. A jasmine plant curled near the railing, breathing into the night. Potted roses guarded the corners like sentinels of passion. And somewhere between the soft hum of moonlight and the whisper of leaves, Ruhaan followed her, undone. “Why here?” he asked. Kamini didn’t answer. She walked toward the marble bench, letting the wind catch the silk of her blouse as she turned slowly—her gaze no longer managerial, but elemental. “You said you wanted rules,” she said, voi...

💼 Chapter 6: Kamini’s Ground Rules Part 2 – The Contract – July 29, 2025 “Power isn't always loud, Ruhaan. Sometimes… it's in the silence between breaths.” — Kamini Aarora The conference room was dimly lit, except for the soft glow of the city lights pouring through the glass. The table between them reflected not just their figures, but the tension simmering beneath their eyes. Kamini stood tall, hands pressed flat against the glass table. Her gaze — steady, unwavering. Ruhaan stood across, more still than a statue, his breath slower than usual, his heart faster than ever. “Close the door,” she said. He obeyed — not out of submission, but curiosity. Reverence. The moment clicked into place like a scene waiting too long to happen. Kamini turned, circled the edge of the table, her fingers lightly grazing its corners. Deliberate. Calculated. Soft. Sharp. “So… you’re a stakeholder,” she murmured, finally breaking the silence. “And I’m your intern now.” ...

                                                            💝 Ground Rules 🤫 Ruhaan placed his hand gently over hers — not to claim, but to confess . “You think I planned this?” His voice was quiet. Almost reverent. “Kamini... I walked into this office wanting to observe, to understand. Yes, I hid my name. My stake. My story. But I never hid my heart.” He stepped closer, their palms still joined. “Last night… wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t seduction. It was surrender. Mine.” His gaze held hers with the weight of all the unsaid emotions. “I’ve been in boardrooms where bil lions moved with one signature… but I’ve never felt more vulnerable than I did when your breath touched my throat in the dark.” He took a breath, anchoring himself. “So no more games, Kamini.” He leaned in, voice softer now. “Let’s set the ground rules…” 1. You...

                                                      💔 Kamini's Destress... 🔀 “You should’ve told me.” Her voice wasn’t angry — not exactly. It was laced with caution, curiosity, and an undertone of something Ruhaan couldn’t yet place. They were alone again — this time in the conference room after hours, moonlight spilling in from the wide glass walls behind her. She wasn’t wearing red tonight, but power — in a navy silk blouse and the same fragrance that still haunted his shirt from last night. She didn’t look at him. Instead, she walked slowly around the table, trailing a finger across the edge. “I gave myself to you…” she continued, softer now. “Not because I thought you were my equal, but because I believed… you were mine. Entirely.” Ruhaan opened his mouth, but she raised a hand. “Let me finish.” She turned then — finally. Her eyes searc...

                                       When Tsunami Met Wild Fire 🔥🌊 Kamini stood there, on the balcony, the city lights casting a soft glow over her as she stared into the distance. The night breeze, cool against her skin, contrasted the warmth rising from within. She felt it—the weight of a secret she had carried for so long. And tonight, she stood on the precipice of revealing it to Ruhaan. His voice, low and compelling, drifted from behind her, cutting through the silence like a whisper of temptation. "Kamini... you know what I am to you, don't you?" His tone was confident, yet there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a quiet plea to understand. Her heart raced, but she kept her gaze on the distant cityscape, refusing to let her emotions betray her. "Yes," she answered, her voice steady but filled with a longing that she had kept hidden from him. "I know exactly who yo...

“Sach kuch palon ke liye dard deta hai… par jhooth zindagi bhar.” — Kamini ke man ka ek adhoora panna Kamini uss raat apne favourite wine glass ke saath office lounge ke konay mein thi. Ruhaan ne aaj late meeting ke baad kaha tha, “Ek kaam hai baaki… bas 5 minute.” Usse kya pata tha, aaj ka kaam... uske dil ko re-write karne wala tha. 5 minute... 10 minute... Aur phir — Ruhaan aaya. Lekin aaj uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Na woh lapat, na woh kaajal jaisa pyaar. Kuch aur tha. Jaise ek aag — jo jalti nahi thi, batati thi. “Kamini,” usne kaha, “Ek raaz ki baat bataoon?” Kamini ne sirf aankhon se poocha, "Raaz ya dhokha?" “Main intern nahi hoon.” “Main iss company ka naya stakeholder hoon.” “Main tumhe samajhne, mehsoos karne... aur is jagah ki sachchai jaanne aaya tha.” Kamini ka haath kaamp gaya. Glass se wine ka ek boond uski ungliyon se phisal gaya — Jaise kisi purani kahani ka bharosa toot raha ho. "Toh sab jhooth tha?" Uski awaaz rui th...

  "Some bodies are not just touched... they're remembered." — Kamini Diaries 💫 Us raat kuch alag tha… Woh sirf milne nahi aayi thi, Woh mujhe dekhne bhi nahi aayi thi. Woh aayi thi… mujhmein samaane ke liye. Kamini ka secret bedroom ek haveli ke peechhe tha — Antique lakdi ki khidkiyaan, gulaab ki itra se mehakta hua vataavaran, aur ek bada sa rangoli wala farsh jahan tan, mann aur pran ki rekhaein ek ho jaati thi. Ruhaan ke liye yeh jagah nayi thi… par Kamini ke liye yeh ek tantra-kaaksh thi. Jahan har saans mantra hoti thi, har chumban ek upaay. Kamini ne usse behtaya — ek safed chaadar wale takiye par. Phir khud uske saamne baith gayi, kamar tak khule baal, aur aankhon mein wo gehraai jo kisi yogini ki yaad dilaye. "Tantra koi kriya nahi hoti, Ruhaan…" usne dheere se kaha, "Yeh to ek yaatra hai… jahan deh ke paar ka prem samjha jaata hai." Usne uska haath apne hriday ke paas rakha, ...

“Us raat jo Kamini ne dikhaya, woh sirf ek deh nahi tha — ek tantra tha…” Kamini Diaries – Chapter 10 "Tantra Ka Pehla Sparsh – Haveli Ki Raat" Ruhaan ka haath uska saath chhodte hue bhi usi mein uljha tha. Kamini ne usse ek purani haveli ke andar le jaaya — ek aisi jagah jahan se har deewar kuch kehna chahti thi. Chandni us haveli ki jharokhon se andar aa rahi thi, aur ek kamra tha — gulabi roshni se bhara hua, jismein asankhya deep jale hue the. “Yeh mera raaz hai,” Kamini ne kaha, aur usne apni saree dhire dhire utarni shuru ki. Woh pehli baar tha jab Ruhaan ne vasna mein prem ka tantra dekha. Us kamre mein na koi shabd the, na koi samay — sirf uski aahatein aur Kamini ki madhur saansein thi. Kamini ne uske haathon ko pakad kar apne tan par rakh diya — aur us raat tantra ne usse sirf sharirik nahi, antar-aatmik roop se jod diya. Uski peeth par Kamini ke nakhunon ne geet likhe, aur uski aankhon mein Ruhaan ne aisi duniya dekhi jo ...

Chapter 9: Partition Ke Peechhe Jo Hua💋💖🍆💦… "Jo dikhta hai... wo sirf ek safar hota hai — Jo chhupta hai partition ke peechhe, wahi toh asli manzil hoti hai..." 💄 Luxury car ke andar ka silence... bahar ki duniya se alag tha. Driver ne partition band kar diya tha jaise usse bhi maloom tha, piche ab awaaz nahi, sirf hawas chalegi. Kamini ne high heels utar diye, aur apne aapko pichli seat par is tarah faila diya jaise woh car uske liye hi bani ho. Ruhaan uske paas tha — thoda ghabraya, thoda excited. Lekin Kamini... woh sirf shikaar nahi karti thi, woh shikaar ko uski hi aankhon se khud tak le aati thi. "Peechhe baith ke thak gaye honge, Ruhaan?" usne poocha, uski awaaz velvet jaisi halki thi... lekin usmein ek dominant madness chhupi thi. Usne Ruhaan ka tie pakda... dheere se uske gale se nikaala... aur usi tie se uske haath bandh diye — "Aaj control tumhare paas nahi hoga, jaan..." Ruhaan kuch bolne hi wala tha ki Kamini ne uske hotho...

Chapter 8: Bheege Aainaon Mein Chand Dikhayi Diya Tha "Us raat… main uske aankhon mein apna chaand dhoondh raha tha. Aur woh… meri saans mein apni raat chhupaye baithi thi." 🌙 Shaam ke rangon ne terrace ko leheron se bhar diya tha. Kamini aaj kuch zyada hi khamosh thi… aur uski woh khamoshi, Ruhaan ke liye ek nasha ban chuki thi. Uske geele baalon se pani ki boondein abhi bhi gir rahi thi… aur un boondon ka ek-ek gira hua pal, Ruhaan ke andar kisi bijli sa kar raha tha. Kamini ne aankhon se aankhon mein kuch kaha — bina shabdon ke, bina muskurahat ke. Sirf ek *geela aaina* tha jisme woh dono apne aap ko dheere dheere behaal hota dekh rahe the. Ruhaan ne apni pocket se cigarette nikala, Kamini ne aage badhkar usse pakda, aur bina kuch bole uske hothon tak le gayi. Par is baar… cigarette unke beech mein nahi thi. Unke beech tha ek silsila — geele khwabon ka. Kamini ne apni baali nikaali, usse cigarette ki tarah dono ke beech rakha, aur keh diya —...

🌙 “Bakhuda... uss nazar mein ek kasam thi — jise hum dono ne bina shabd li, magar kabhi tod nahi paaye.”                                 – Kamini “Terrace ke kone mein khade the hum... sheher ke buildings ke paar suraj dhal raha tha — lekin hum dono ke beech sirf ek roshni thi: aankhon ki. Hum dono ek hi cigarette share kar rahe the... jese ek bina chuye wali kiss — thodi teekhi, thodi gehri, lekin poori tarah mehsoos. Usne mujhe seedha dekha... koi smile nahi, koi hansi nahi — sirf woh aankhein, jo bol rahi thi: “Aaj raat sirf hamari hogi Mera gala sukha tha, haath thoda kaanp gaya... par fir usne kadam badhaye... aur ek dum paas aa gayi. Do tan nahi — bas ek saans ki doori thi ab hum dono ke beech. “Ruhaan…” uski awaaz mein kasak thi, “agar maine ab kuch bhi kaha, toh yeh pal toot jayega. Toh sirf dekho… sirf mehsoos karo.” Main kuch kehna chahta tha… par us nazar ne mujhe chup karwa diya. Usk...