Kamini Diaries – Volume 4, Chapter 2: Her Silence, His Storm
“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.
"Viraj’s bringing a new culture," another claimed.
“Kamini might get promoted again — she always finds a way.”
He couldn't focus. His Slack was full of unread messages, files pending edits.
And the team he once led now took notes from the man who didn’t knock.
Flashback: Two weeks ago.
The rooftop.
Kamini’s voice.
“I don’t belong to anyone, Ruhaan. But I can make you feel like I do — for a night, or a lifetime. That’s your illusion to choose.”
He chose lifetime.
She chose night.
Back in the present, the storm inside Ruhaan found an outlet.
He walked straight to HR.
“I want to know why Viraj Kapoor is accessing internal team chats.”
The HR manager blinked. “I… I don’t think he is.”
“He read out a message this morning — word for word. It was from my private Slack with Kamini.”
Her name. His weakness.
Spoken in public.
That evening, Kamini called.
Not messaged — called.
“Don’t start a fire you can’t control, Ruhaan,” she said softly.
He didn’t answer. The line stayed silent.
Then she whispered:
“Some people light candles. I light boardrooms.”
Click.
In his cabin, under dim yellow light, Ruhaan opened his drawer.
Inside was a file marked "Kamini – FYI Only."
It was empty.
But he would fill it now.
With memories.
With secrets.
With evidence.
Because this time, it wasn’t about love.
It was about war.
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