Chapter 11 Volume 4: A Deal Signed in Desire together, just before this one

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Chapter 11: A Deal Signed in Desire

“Power is not taken. It is offered — often between breaths, beneath desire.”
— Kamini Aarora

The boardroom was dressed in silence.

The same chairs. The same table. The same dull skyline stretching behind the glass walls.
But everything felt different.
Because she had arrived — not as a muse, not as a mystery…
But as the one who had come to sign the end of every lie.

Kamini stepped in, wearing black.
Not mourning — commanding.
Her heels echoed with the rhythm of war, not seduction.
And yet, every man in the room held their breath, as if her perfume could burn.

At the head of the table sat the empty chair — the one Viraj had occupied just two nights ago.

She didn’t look at Ruhaan.
She knew he was there.
Knew he hadn't slept. Knew he had read her letter again and again, trying to decode a woman who had already rewritten herself.

She sat down.

A slim, silver folder was placed before her.

“The Emergency Stakeholder Activation Clause.”
Only to be used in the case of misconduct, hidden collusion, or silent threats to shareholder trust.

She opened it.

The mystery woman from the spa was there, now revealed as Anjana Roy, the silent equity head and final voice in crisis votes.
She didn’t speak much. Just nodded.

“Are you sure, Ms. Aarora?”
“No.” Kamini smiled. “But I’m done waiting for someone else to be.”

She signed.

One stroke. One breath. One second.

And Viraj Kapoor was no longer the most powerful man in the room.

Gasps.

A male board member muttered, “But this is madness—”
Kamini turned toward him with the calm of a forest before a storm.

“No sir. This is order… returning.”
“And Ruhaan?” another asked. “Where does he fit in now?”

Her gaze softened — just slightly.
Enough for anyone who had truly loved to see it.

“He’ll stay. He still believes in the work. And I… believe in him.”
“But what about—”

She stood up, not needing to explain further.

“Let history say:
I didn’t climb this empire through scandal.
I cleaned it. And I rebuilt it.
And the man who loved me the most…
taught me how.”

Ruhaan hadn’t spoken a word.

Not when she walked in.
Not when she took Viraj’s seat.
Not even now, as she walked past him — the scent of her skin stopping time.

But when her hand lightly brushed his shoulder…
his fingers trembled.

He didn’t look up.
But a whisper escaped his lips:

“Are you still… her?”

She paused.
Turned halfway.
And for just a moment… her eyes weren’t sharp.

They were soft. Like a Sunday that had never returned.

“I don’t know. But if you’re still him…
maybe she will be.”

And then she left.

Last Scene:

Viraj watches the press conference on a screen.
Kamini is declared the new acting CEO.

He lights a cigarette with shaking hands, laughs once — bitterly.

“She thinks it’s over?
Baby, this was never about the boardroom.”

💋 End of Chapter 11

Volume 4 finale continues in Chapter 12…

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