Chapter 7: chapter 7

---At that moment, the entire venue fell into stunned silence.  Eyes darted between Inaya Desai’s elegant figure and her unmistakably long legs.  Doubt began to spread like wildfire.  "If you are really Layla Joshi, then remove your mask! If not, then Nova Entertainment are a bunch of liars!"  Whispers turned into murmurs, murmurs into a rising wave of skepticism. Even the designers from hf started exchanging uncertain glances.  Was this woman truly Layla Joshi? If not, their collaboration with Nova Entertainment would be over.  "Miss Layla, please remove your mask," one of the designers finally spoke up, curiosity and suspicion laced in his tone.  Surrounded from all sides, Inaya hesitated.  But escape was no longer an option.  With no other choice, she lifted her hands and slowly removed the golden mask.  The room fell utterly silent.  Then—  A collective gasp. Recognition dawned in the eyes of several spectators.  "It’s Inaya Desai!"  A wave of shock rippled through the audience.  Three years ago, Inaya Desai had been blacklisted, her career plummeting from the pinnacle of success to complete obscurity. It was rumored that she had fallen so far that she wasn’t even on par with unsigned models anymore.  And yet—here she was.  Filling in for someone else.  Was she staging a calculated comeback? Or had she been forced into this situation?  The murmurs grew louder, and before she could react, reporters swarmed the stage like a pack of hungry wolves, shoving microphones in her face.  "Miss Desai, could you please explain what’s happening? Layla Joshi was the one invited for this show—why are you standing in her place?"  "You were blacklisted three years ago. Is this your way of making a comeback?"  "As a once-famous model, are you stealing Layla’s opportunities while she’s injured?"  "This is nothing but a publicity stunt, isn’t it?" The questions grew sharper.  The accusations harsher.  Then came the insults—  "Outdated cheap model!"  "Give the spokesperson role back to Layla!"  The elegant atmosphere of the event had dissolved into chaos.  Yet, in the midst of it all, standing tall and composed, was Inaya Desai.  The woman who once ruled Mumbai’s fashion world.  And perhaps—  The woman who wasn’t done just yet.  ---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#❤️❤️