Tripura stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, carefully draping the last fold of her emerald green saree over her shoulder. The saree was a masterpiece — a rich fabric embroidered with intricate silver floral patterns and sequins that shimmered like stardust under the light. The blouse was equally enchanting, featuring delicate zari work and a sweetheart neckline that complemented her graceful frame.
Her accessories added to the allure — a pair of chandelier earrings with green and silver gemstones, a delicate bracelet on her wrist. Her hair was styled into soft waves, cascading over one shoulder, accentuating her poised demeanor. A small bindi and a nude lip tint completed the look, leaving her radiant and breathtaking.
As she gave herself a final look - over in the mirror, Tripura smiled faintly, adjusting a strand of hair. She took a deep breath, knowing the evening ahead would demand not just her presence but her charm, intellect, and grace.
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Meanwhile, Ram adjusted his tie in front of his mirror. He was dressed in a tailored charcoal black tuxedo with a satin lapel, paired with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. His hair was gelled back to perfection, highlighting his sharp jawline. A touch of cologne lingered in the air as he smirked at his reflection, satisfied with his polished appearance.
“Not bad, Kapoor,” he muttered to himself, grabbing his cufflinks and fastening them.
In the next room, Vikram was also getting ready. He opted for a royal blue suit with a subtle sheen, paired with a pale blue shirt and a silver tie. His look was classic yet modern, befitting his confident personality.
“Ram,” Vikram called out as he stepped into the hallway, “don’t take all night admiring yourself. Let’s go.”
Ram chuckled, grabbing his watch and slipping it on. “Relax, Vikram. The party doesn’t start without us.”
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At the hotel, Tripura finally made her way down to the reception area, where her team was waiting. The moment she appeared, conversations halted, and all eyes turned toward her.
One of the junior staff members whispered audibly, “Wow…she looks like royalty.”
Another team member stepped forward with an awestruck expression. “Ma’am, you look absolutely stunning tonight. I don’t think anyone will be able to take their eyes off you.”
Tripura, slightly embarrassed by the attention but used to maintaining composure, offered a warm smile. “Thank you, everyone. You all are too kind.”
Her assistant chimed in, “Ma’am, with all due respect, I think you might just outshine the entire party tonight.”
Tripura chuckled softly. “Let’s not exaggerate. It’s a team effort, after all. Shall we?”
The team nodded enthusiastically, and they all made their way to the waiting cars. Tripura adjusted her saree once more before stepping into her vehicle, ready for the evening ahead.
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As Tripura’s car rolled up to the grand entrance of the Malhotra Group headquarters, the atmosphere outside was electric. The media had been waiting for this moment, and as soon as the car stopped, the frenzy began.
The second Tripura’s stiletto-clad foot emerged from the car, camera flashes went off like a thunderstorm. The media personnel surged forward, shouting her name from all directions.
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
