Volume 4 Chapter 3 PART 2: The Locked Room
“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 answer.
Then the lights dimmed behind the tinted glass. He could only see a silhouette.
Her silhouette.
She was standing still, facing away, one hand on the desk, the other… lifting a file.
The red file.
Their file.
The one where he kept the old drafts of Lover-Client Contract.
The one they used as a joke — until the night she made him sign it with her lipstick on his chest.
That file was here?
Alive?
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Chapter 1: When Whispers Get Louder |
Chapter 2: The Contract that Burned |
Chapter 3: The Breach in the Boardroom
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