The hall was bursting with incompatible energy.
Bright white lights burned against the stage, cameras flashed from every angle, and the entire venue felt like luxury wrapped in performance.
People dressed in sharp formals, glittering gowns, designer suits, and carefully curated wealth filled every visible corner.
Some were here for fashion, some for business, some for networking.
And most for judgment.
Tonight wasn't just a showcase.
It was spectacle and then the show began.
One by one, the models stepped onto the ramp.
Confident. Precise. Graceful.
Each one walking like the stage belonged to them and the world had no choice but to watch.
The crowd clapped, cheered.
And then the energy changed because she stepped in.
Kashvi Singhania.
The wife of the CEO of Singhania Groups & Co.
And unfortunately, that title reached the room before she did.
The applause sharpened, people leaned forward with shared whispers.
Not everyone looked at her because of the woman she was.
Many looked because of whose wife she was and Kashvi knew that.
Still she walked.
Like a Diva.
Her metallic black dress shimmered under the lights like liquid midnight, the leather hugging her waist flawlessly while every step reflected power she had spent weeks building.
Chin up, shoulders aligned.
Hips swaying with controlled elegance.
Every movement rehearsed, every turn practiced and every breath disciplined.
On the outside, she looked breathtaking.
Unexpectedly perfect.
No one could tell this was new for her, no one could see the hours, the sore feet, the anxiety, the self-doubt.
No one could see the fresher.
But inside?
Her heart was racing so violently she was almost certain the microphones would catch it.
Her pulse thundered.
Lights blinded her vision.
Cameras flashed relentlessly.
The noise felt endless.
So she did what she had practiced, she relied on memory, muscle over mind.
Step.
Pause.
Turn.
Hold.
Walk.
She focused ahead, lips pressed tightly, following instinct more than awareness.
She was the lead, she could not fail.
Not here.
Not now.
Not when the world was already waiting to decide whether Danish Singhania's wife was worthy enough.
She reached center stage.
Posed. Turned.
And somewhere between the chaos, a thought slipped in.
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Romance" Welcome to hell Mrs. Singhania ," he whispered, his cold eyes sending chills down my spine. I narrowed my eyes but smiled at his audacity. " Hell? Don't worry I am Devil incarnated I'll surely survive," I replied boldy staring into his eyes. ...
