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Chapter 8 - Chapter 5: Draped in Power

The studio smelled like rose mist and fear.

Not my fear.

Theirs.

The stylists, the assistants, the creative director — all of them kept glancing at me like I might explode. Like I'd throw a tantrum or burst into tears or collapse under the pressure of being someone now.

I didn't.

I just stood there, spine straight, hands still, watching.

Watching the way the sari shimmered under the lights.Watching the camera lenses click like weapons being cocked.Watching how the world seemed confused by my calm.

"Would you prefer something simpler?" one stylist asked nervously. "We could—"

"No," I said. "This is fine."

And it was.

The sari was ivory, hand-embroidered with silver thread. Nothing flashy. Nothing loud.But when they draped it on me — over my brown skin, over my history, over my bones — it didn't feel like clothing.

It felt like armor.

They tried to fuss.

Fix my hair.Adjust my posture.Powder my cheeks.

But I looked at the creative director and said, "Don't erase the lines under my eyes. I earned those."

She blinked. Then smiled.

And nodded.

The first photo was awkward. My fingers were too tight. My shoulders stiff.

But by the third shot, I remembered Amma's voice saying, "Keep your back straight, beti. Even the world bows to a woman who stands tall."

And I did.

The flash went off.And I didn't flinch.

The shoot took two hours.

I didn't pose.I didn't pout.

I just looked straight into the lens — into the world — and dared them to see me.

Not the "trash-picked" girl.Not the almost-heiress.Not the Mehra mistake.

Just Kalyani Sharma.

And when it was done, the director whispered to her assistant, "She doesn't need to act. She just is."

As I stepped off the set, the creative team clapped softly.

Not for the pictures.But for the silence I'd filled.For the space I didn't shrink in.For the elegance they hadn't expected… and now couldn't forget.

Before I left, they handed me a wrapped box. I hesitated.

"It's a gift," the director said. "You've reminded us what grace looks like."

I took it without a word.Not because I needed the gift.

But because I had finally started receiving the things I never had to ask for.

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Chapter 6 Trailer – "The Slum Girl on a Billboard"

She walked away with slippers on her feet…Now her face towers over the city.

The world once whispered,

"She doesn't belong."Now, they stare up at her with wide eyes and open mouths.

From alleyways to LED billboards.From rejection to revolution.Kalyani Sharma is no longer their discarded girl.

She's the brand.The icon.The face they can't scroll past.

"Elegance isn't about wealth.It's about how you carry your scars."

The Mehtras see it.So do the cameras.So does every girl who once felt invisible.

Because for the first time,The world isn't just watching her.

It's rooting for her.

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