Chapter 6: chapter 6

---Inaya Desai smiled and gave a slight nod before lifting her dress slightly and dashing toward the back of the stage. With her mask on, it was nearly impossible to distinguish her from Layla Joshi—except for one defining feature.  Her legs. Once hailed as some of the most beautiful in the world, Inaya's long, elegant legs had captivated audiences in her prime.  Just as the audience believed the show had reached its climax, Inaya descended gracefully onto the stage, seated on an ornate chair.  The spotlights converged on her, bathing her in a dazzling glow.  But—  The Crown’s Star was missing.  A murmur of confusion rippled through the venue.  What happened?  Panic set in as everyone scrambled to locate the missing bracelet. Attendants searched the stage, the seating area, even Inaya herself. Amid the chaos, however, people couldn’t help but notice something else—  Her legs. Pale, endlessly long, and mesmerizingly graceful.  Even in a state of disorder, Inaya Desai’s beauty was unforgettable.  Just as the crowd was about to give up, a slow, knowing smile formed behind Inaya’s golden mask.  With effortless elegance, she lifted her arm, tilted her head back, and gracefully extended her left leg toward the audience—striking a breathtaking dance pose.  And there it was.  Slipping from beneath the folds of her white gown, glittering like a celestial treasure against her flawless skin—  The Crown’s Star, wrapped delicately around her ankle.  A stunned silence fell over the audience.  Then—  A collective gasp.  The sight of Inaya reclining on the chair, seamlessly shifting from one ethereal pose to another, was spellbinding. Each movement displayed the Crown’s Star in a different light, emphasizing its brilliance over and over again.  It was art.  It was magic.  The audience erupted into applause—rising to their feet in a thunderous ovation.  From a shadowed VIP section, perched in an elevated but discreet position, Atharv Singhania observed the scene intently.  His sharp, unreadable gaze remained locked on Inaya.  The woman who had once ruled Mumbai’s fashion world was now standing in for a B-grade model.  Yet—whether it was three years ago or now, it didn’t matter.  She was still the same. A model born for the runway.  As Inaya held her final pose, the show reached its grand conclusion.  The founder of hf emerged from backstage, visibly impressed. Oblivious to the identity switch, he still believed the woman before him was Layla Joshi.With the poise of a true gentleman, he approached Inaya, extending his hand to help her off the chair. Together, they stepped to the front of the runway and bowed to the roaring audience.  "Thank you, everyone. And of course, thank you, Miss Layla, for an absolutely spectacular performance. Truly impressive."  Inaya remained silent, responding only with a composed bow.  But then—  A sharp voice rang out from the front row.  "She isn’t Layla Joshi! I’ve seen Layla in real life—she doesn’t have legs that long!"  ---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#❤️❤️