Volume 4 Chapter 7: The Man Behind the Mirror
“Some desires don’t knock… they unlock.” — Kamini Diaries 💋
The room was silent. Only the low hum of the monitors and the faint click of a surveillance system echoed in the background. Viraj Kapoor sat alone in his private office on the 38th floor, the city of Mumbai glittering behind him like a sea of secrets.
His fingers traced the rim of a crystal glass — half-filled with a dark, amber poison that knew his lips well. But he wasn’t drinking tonight. Not yet.
On the screen before him, Kamini's silhouette moved with that same hypnotic precision he remembered from that night two years ago.
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Yes. That night.
The camera showed her from the corner angle — dim lights falling on her as she leaned over the conference table, whispering something into Ruhaan’s ears, then slipping a folded note beneath the table.
Viraj paused the footage. Zoomed in.
Frame by frame.
Her fingers — the way they trembled.
The eyes — fierce, yet wounded.
The lips — parted, not for breath, but for control.
And Ruhaan… that boy had no idea what beast he had dared to touch.
Viraj leaned back, his jaw clenched.
Two Years Ago
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She wore red that night. A dangerous red.
Not the kind you wear to be admired — the kind you wear to declare war.
She didn’t see him that night. But he saw her. Not just with his eyes. With something deeper. Something primal.
She had just taken over the North Division — a surprise promotion, some said. Others whispered it was seduction. But Viraj knew better. Kamini didn't seduce for power. She became the power.
He remembered watching her swirl her wine, the way her eyes scanned the room — not searching, but assessing. She didn’t walk; she arrived.
That was the first night he knew — Kamini Aarora was not an employee. She was a storm waiting for the right skyline.
He didn't approach her. Not that night.
He watched. And he waited.
Present — Back in the CCTV Room
Viraj tapped a key.
The footage from last night played again — this time from a different angle.
Kamini, sitting on the table now.
Ruhaan’s hand on her back.
Her whisper. Her smirk.
The paper.
Then... her walk out.
What was on that paper?
Viraj’s curiosity had nothing to do with office politics. This wasn’t about corporate betrayal or internal rivalry. No. This was about something far more dangerous.
Control.
Desire.
Possession.
Inside His Mind: The Spiral
Viraj wasn’t a man easily shaken. His empire was built on control — of numbers, of minds, of people. But Kamini didn’t fit into a graph. She spilled outside margins, colored outside boxes, and broke every line he had drawn.
The more he tried to define her, the more she dissolved into mystery.
He had assigned surveillance on her flat. Not because she was a threat. But because… she was a riddle.
And he had a habit of solving everything — except her.
A Secret Door
He opened a hidden drawer under his desk.
Inside it? A black folder.
On the cover — K.A.
Kamini Aarora.
It was everything he had collected over two years: her transfers, her voice samples, her images from events, CCTV screenshots, internal emails, even one lipstick-smudged napkin from the same Charcoal Gala where she had once laughed too loud over champagne.
Obsessive? Maybe.
But with Kamini… obsession was not a weakness. It was a necessity.
He opened the folder and pulled out a letter she had once written — but never sent.
To Whom It May Concern,
If I ever disappear, know that I walked away, not because I was afraid —
but because I wanted the world to feel my absence.
He remembered finding it in her drawer during one of the internal audits. She had torn it in half. But even fragments of Kamini’s words had teeth.
Meanwhile: Kamini at Home
Back in her apartment, Kamini stood under a hot shower.
Water trickled down her back like truth escaping a liar's tongue. Her hands pressed against the marble wall, her eyes shut.
She could feel him. Watching. Waiting. Not Ruhaan. No. The other one.
Viraj.
She always knew he would watch. He was that kind of man — quiet, cold, collecting pieces of her like stolen art. But she didn’t mind.
In fact… she wanted it.
She whispered under the water, “Let’s see how long you watch before you come looking.”
Return to the Mirror
Back in his office, Viraj stood. He poured the amber liquid. Finally.
He raised the glass to the screen — where Kamini had just walked out in the footage — and whispered to no one in particular:
“She’s not running from me.
💋 Kamini was never meant to be tamed… only tasted.
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And for the first time in years, the predator felt something electric.
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