Layers of Us

Chapter 4: The D - Day for Mumbai Deal

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Huge update ahead! Read it with leisure! :)

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A week had passed, a blur of strategy, ambition, and relentless hustle for both Ram and Tripura.

For Ram, it was a week of back - to - back meetings, late - night shoot schedules, sharp tactics to secure the Mumbai deal, and an endless stream of fleeting encounters that he collected like trophies.

For Tripura, it was a carousel of office, clinic hours, and rigorous shoot commitments.

The days disappeared in a symphony of footsteps and the ticking of clocks until the day they had both been anticipating finally arrived: the D - Day for the Mumbai deal.

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Ram and Vikram arrived at Malhotra Enterprises in a sleek, black luxury car that seemed to radiate power as it slid past the gates.
The receptionist greeted them with a polite smile, guiding them to the top floor, where the boardroom awaited.

Meanwhile, outside, another set of cars pulled up, drawing the attention of every passerby. Luxury, elegant vehicles, each one a testament to the wealth and taste of their passenger.

The first to step out were two men dressed in sleek black suits, exuding strength, and command. They moved in sync, immediately opening the door of the central car.

A leg emerged, clad in towering stiletto heels that announced their owner’s presence with an unapologetic confidence. A manicured hand followed, its elegance matched by the aura of dominance it seemed to carry. And then she appeared — Tripura. Her thick, dark hair flowed in the breeze, a stunning contrast against the sharpness of her tailored blazer and suit. Her expression was cool, assured, and with a touch of allure that made heads turn instantly.

As she entered Malhotra Enterprises, the click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the lobby, each step filled with purpose. She gave a slight nod to the receptionist, who greeted her with a mix of awe and respect, then motioned for her to follow. Behind her, her entourage of bodyguards and assistants followed, all in step with their boss’s commanding pace.

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Outside the boardroom, Ram and Vikram were deep in conversation when the elevator doors chimed open.

Both men looked up, but it was Ram whose face went slack with surprise as his eyes landed on her.

It was Tripura.

The actress who had stormed Bollywood with her fierce talent and undeniable presence, the same woman who had become an icon and object of fascination.

And now, dressed in the most elegant suit and blazer, with sunglasses perched on her nose and an entourage in tow, she was here — not as a star, but as a powerful business figure.

She removed her sunglasses in one graceful motion, handing them to one of her bodyguards, her every movement deliberate and cinematic.

Ram's jaw dropped, his eyes following her as she strode past him, heels clicking, hair bouncing, and the faintest scent of luxury perfume lingering in the air.