Chapter 15: chapter 15

---Becoming an international supermodel? Inaya had never thought that far ahead. Right now, her only focus was on the present…  …on making Neil Gulati and Layla Joshi face the consequences of their actions.  ### **12 PM – A Calculated Move**  Just before the meeting at Nova Entertainment, Neil—who hadn’t taken Inaya out for lunch in a long time—suddenly invited her to a fancy restaurant downstairs. He even went as far as booking a table and arranging a candlelit lunch. The soft glow of candles flickered against the fresh bouquet of roses. But as she sat down, watching Neil pull out her chair like a perfect gentleman, Inaya felt nothing.  "I ordered your favorite—chicken manturian steak," Neil announced, smiling as if he had done something grand.  For a moment, Inaya was stunned. Not because she was touched, but because, even after five years together, Neil still didn’t know what she liked.  "What is it? You don’t like it?" Neil asked, sensing her lack of response.  Before she could say anything, the chef appeared beside them with a tray in hand. He turned to Inaya with a polite smile.  "Miss Desai, today we’ve prepared your favorite onion chicken. On behalf of Frederick’s Restaurant, I’d like to congratulate you on your wedding."  Neil’s expression stiffened, but he was too embarrassed to say anything. He quickly swapped out the manturian for the onion chicken. "Your tastes must have changed," he murmured.  "Thank you, but we’re not married yet," Inaya replied, completely ignoring Neil as she turned to the chef. "You sure are attentive. I only mentioned it once, yet you remembered."  The chef simply smiled and left. Inaya turned her gaze back to Neil.  "Next time, I’ll make sure to remember what my wife likes," Neil said in an almost guilty tone.  "Hurry up and eat. We still need to discuss the script," Inaya reminded him, maintaining her composure.  At that moment, her phone vibrated with an SMS notification. The sender was listed as *0825*. When she opened it, she found a message from Atharv Singhania.  **0825**—Yesterday’s date. The day of their wedding.  “The steak is from me. What the chef meant was… congratulations on OUR wedding.”  A soft chuckle escaped Inaya’s lips. Under the table, she quickly typed back a response.  "How did you know where I would be?""I have a way of finding out what I want to know," Atharv replied smoothly.  Inaya held onto her phone and subtly glanced around the restaurant. But there was no sign of him. Even so, she could feel his presence. He had an aura of dominance, an energy so powerful that even when unseen, he couldn’t be ignored.  "Inaya...Inaya, what are you looking at?" Neil waved a hand in front of her face, his eyes filled with curiosity.  "Oh, it’s nothing…" She shook her head and smoothly changed the topic. "Neil, when will we go back to register our marriage?"  "After all this settles," he replied vaguely, pouring her a glass of red wine. "You know the upcoming Top Ten Model Awards will be Layla’s big chance to advance her career. Inaya, she’s lucky to have you… Otherwise, she would’ve been ruined this time."  Inaya took the glass from him, her fingers elegantly brushing against the rim. She smiled sweetly. "I’ll help you get back what you deserve," she said softly, her dimples making her look even more stunning.  However, Neil, at present, didn’t notice her at all. His heart was already bewitched by years of bedside seduction from Layla. So, he had no idea Inaya’s words had a hidden meaning."Inaya, you’ve been through so much," Neil sighed, reaching for her hand.  Inaya simply smiled. She knew this lunch was nothing more than a small reward—a ploy to keep her in line. But she also knew the truth…  This was only the beginning.  "After the press conference, you should get in touch with your manager," Neil added. "It looks like we’ll have to take legal action to handle her properly."  "Okay," Inaya agreed, her voice sweet as honey.  But deep inside, she had already decided—there was no way she was going to let him touch Yashvi.  ### **2 PM – The Press Conference Begins**  Inside Nova Entertainment’s main hall, reporters from all over Mumbai had gathered. Cameras flashed, microphones were positioned, and journalists whispered among themselves.  Everyone was eager to hear what Inaya Desai had to say.------+++--------If you like this story, then definitely support it by stickers , i will get motivation, to writeThanku ️❤️🙏🙏Written By –✍ @shri❤️😘So, how is this??Tell me in the comment sectionI will update you soon about the next part..!!Till then, stay tuned and miss me..!!😜#keep reading#keep loving#❤️❤️