Chapter 8 – Kamini Diaries: Volume 4 “The Boy Who Was Never a Boy”
“Sometimes, the most dangerous man in the room… is the one you called harmless.” — Kamini Diaries 💼
Scene 1: The Glass Room
The boardroom was unusually silent.
Sunlight sliced through the tall windows like truth through rumor, spilling gold across the long obsidian table.
Viraj Kapoor stood at the head of it, hands folded, expression unreadable.
Directors lined both sides of the room. Some whispered. Others stared at their phones.
But none knew the storm that was already in the building — walking toward them in polished black shoes, with fire stitched into his spine.
Scene 2: Enter Ruhaan
The double doors opened.
.
Today, he wore a charcoal-black Italian suit, open-collared.
No badge. No intern ID.
Just presence.
Kamini, seated near the end, turned—eyes widening just enough to betray surprise. Then she looked down, lips parting slowly… almost proudly.
Viraj’s eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me,” he said sharply, “this meeting is restricted to stakeholders.”
Ruhaan smiled, calm and lethal.
He slid a black folder onto the table. Opened it.
Then, with a voice that cut through the glass:
“I am one.”
Scene 3: The Reveal
He stepped closer, eyes on Viraj.
“Twenty-three percent. Bought silently through offshore proxies. Monitored, consolidated, and activated this morning.”
“I am not your intern.
I’m the man your shareholders sent…
to watch you.”
The room exploded with whispers.
A few jaws dropped. Kamini didn’t move.
She just leaned back… like a queen watching her knight take the battlefield.
Viraj stepped forward. “This is a joke.”
“No,” Ruhaan said, voice quiet but molten,
“This is what happens when you mistake curiosity for compliance.”
Scene 4: Kamini's Smile
Only one person in the room was not shocked.
Kamini Aarora.
Her hand slid across the surface of the table. She didn't look at Viraj.
She looked only at Ruhaan.
And in that moment — in that one shared glance — Vira
j understood something terrifying:
They weren’t lovers.
They were partners.
Scene 5: A Flashback
Two months ago. Tokyo.
Kamini and Ruhaan in a hotel suite.
Wine on the floor.
A contract burning in the ashtray.
“If you ever want to walk into hell,” Kamini whispered,
“Don’t wear armor. Wear silence.”
Ruhaan: “And what if I don’t come back?”
Kamini: “Then at least you’ll burn prettier than the rest.”
Scene 6: Present – The Killshot
Ruhaan pulled out a second folder.
“These,” he said, “are your private transactions over the last nine months. Hidde
n acquisitions. Shadow staff placements. AI surveillance funding not approved by the board.”
Viraj’s face twitched.
“You watched everyone, didn’t you?” Ruhaan said.
“But you forgot to watch yourself.”
A single paper slid down the table, like a guillotine.
“Today’s vote has a new chair.”
Scene 7: Kamini Speaks
And then, finally, Kamini spoke.
“Gentlemen,” she said softly, rising from her seat,
“I believe we owe Mr. Mehta the respect of listening.”
Her voice wasn’t loud.
But it carried authority forged in whispers and war.
Viraj looked at her, but she didn’t meet his gaze.
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She wasn’t afraid.
She wasn’t apologizing.
She was arriving.
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