Chapter 12 Volume 4: The Last Room Was Always Locked

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Chapter 12: The Last Room Was Always Locked

“Some wars are not won. They are simply laid to rest… when every heart chooses peace over power.”
— Final Line in Kamini’s private journal

Three days later
The building felt… different.

No more surveillance.
No secret memos.
No high heels echoing threats.
Just the quiet hum of an office breathing again.

The boardroom had been cleaned. Literally and metaphorically.
A new logo was being designed.
The media buzz had calmed.
And inside a smaller, sunlit cabin at the far end of the 9th floor…

Kamini sat with her coffee. Alone.

Not the CEO chair this time.
Not the conference table.
Just her and her thoughts, pen in hand, writing the first internal memo to her team —
A new beginning.
A feminine one. A fierce one.
But not a lonely one.

The door opened.
Ruhaan walked in.

No tension. No fire. No storm.
Just... a strange, beautiful stillness.

“I thought you’d be in the big cabin,” he said, pulling a chair opposite her.

“I gave it to the design team. I prefer this corner,” she smiled. “Less glass. More sunlight.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No,” she whispered. “I only hated how much you saw through me.”

“And now?”

“Now I wish you’d say something that didn’t hurt.”

He reached into his coat. Pulled out the letter she’d written.

“I’ve read this every morning since you left it.”

“And?”

“I don’t want answers anymore. I just want to be in the room again.”

“Then stay,” she said softly. “But not as a hero. Not as a savior. Just… stay as you.”

And he nodded.

Meanwhile…

Viraj Kapoor sat in front of a corporate panel.

His crimes weren’t shouted about on social media.
But his silent manipulation, unauthorized surveillance, and unethical use of stakeholder rights were proven.

He was removed.

No media scandal.
No handcuffs.
Just a letter of irreversible resignation and a black car that drove him away.

He looked out the window once, whispered:
“She was always smarter…”

And disappeared from the story.
A shadow finally becoming dust.

Final Montage:

  • Kamini visits the vault room one last time. Destroys every file that ever tied her to Viraj.
  • Ruhaan designs the company’s new tagline:
    "Power with Purpose. Love without Permission."
  • Kamini sets a soft pink flower on the rooftop — the place she always found herself.
  • A junior intern places a secret note on her desk:
    “You inspire me.”

She doesn’t know who wrote it.
But she smiles anyway.

Narration (Kamini’s voice-over):

“Maybe I wasn’t meant to choose between power and love.
Maybe I just needed to stop letting men define either.
And maybe… just maybe…
The last room was never locked.
I just needed to stop waiting for permission…
and walk through it myself.”

💋 END OF VOLUME 4

Velvet Chains, Golden Lies — complete.

Volume 5 awaits.
And this time…
Kamini doesn’t rise alone.
She rises with him. Or maybe, in spite of him.

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