Chapter 8: chapter 8

---Inaya Desai found herself slowly being forced backward as the reporters swarmed her. Some even shoved her in their eagerness to get closer.  And then—hf’s lead designer added fuel to the fire.  "I’m going to sue Nova Entertainment! What you’ve done here is blatant deception!" he spat angrily. "I asked for Layla Joshi, and instead, you gave me a third-rate model!"  The designer had no clue how famous Inaya Desai had been three years ago. All he knew was that she had disappeared from the industry, and to him, that meant she was worthless.  Turning back to her, his voice rose even further.  "As for you, I’ll see you in court! But for now—get lost! You don’t deserve to stand on my runway!"  The sharp insult echoed throughout HY Centre, leaving even the reporters momentarily stunned. No model would just stand there and endure such humiliation.  "Why are you still here? Get lost!" Inaya had prepared herself for this moment, but no amount of mental fortitude could fully shield her from the sting of public humiliation.  Just as she struggled to maintain her composure, a deep, commanding voice rang out from the far end of the stage—  "Yes… Someone should get lost indeed."  The entire room turned in unison.  There, standing tall at the edge of the stage, was Atharv Singhania.  Gasps filled the air.  Why is he here?! The CEO of AR Entertainment, a man known for his ruthless business acumen and utter disdain for artists who played mind games, had just stepped into the spotlight.  The audience held their breath, convinced that Inaya Desai had just sealed her fate. If Atharv Singhania was stepping in, it could only mean one thing—she was finished.  But to their shock, he didn’t turn against her.  Instead, he strode across the stage and stopped beside her.  His presence was overwhelming, his voice sharp and cutting.  "…But she is not the one who should get lost."  His cold gaze locked onto the designer.  "It’s you."  A suffocating silence fell over the venue.  "If I wanted to," Atharv continued, his voice dangerously low, "I could make hf vanish from Mumbai overnight. You design luxury jewelry, yet your manners are far from refined."  Inaya’s heartbeat faltered for a split second.  She had met this man only three times—and yet, here he was, standing up for her in front of the entire industry.  The reporters gawked, now uneasy.  Had they known Inaya Desai had connections with AR Entertainment, they never would have dared to be so rude.  The designer’s expression twisted in resentment, but he knew better than to offend Atharv Singhania. After a brief pause, he swallowed his pride and muttered, "Apologies, President Singhania. I didn’t realize you had a connection with—" "You’re mistaken," Atharv cut him off coldly. "I have no personal relationship with her. I’m simply… questioning your character."  With that, he turned on his heel, preparing to walk away.  But before he left, he gave the room one final declaration.  "There is, however, one thing I won’t deny—she will rise again."  A deep silence followed.  Because when Atharv Singhania made a statement…  It was never just empty words.---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#❤️❤️