The press had scattered. The ballroom was slowly emptying — murmurs of admiration, power plays, and speculative headlines floating in the air.
But Arjun and Saanvi hadn't moved from their corner seats.
Saanvi, in a classic blush-toned pantsuit and minimal makeup, looked like quiet royalty. Her gaze hadn't left the stage once.
Arjun, beside her in a deep maroon suit, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching Trisha and Reeva in their post-event glow.
He nudged Saanvi slightly.
Arjun: "So... power lesbians doing power things. Kinda hot, huh?"
Saanvi (blushing, trying not to smile): "Don't be vulgar."
Arjun (grinning): "It was a compliment."
(Then softer) "You looked proud. While she was talking."
Saanvi paused, caught off guard. Her eyes flicked toward Trisha, then back to Arjun.
Saanvi: "Wouldn't you be? That's not just hospitality. That's legacy. Written in real time."
Arjun: "You just described her the way I'd describe you."
She didn't respond.
But her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked away — and that was enough for Arjun to smile to himself like he'd won a small, private victory.
🔥 Scene: Behind Closed Doors
Inside the private lounge connected to the ballroom — far from cameras and curious eyes — stood Trisha and Reeva. The world outside still buzzed with the echoes of their partnership.
But in here?
It was just them. Two queens. Zero audience.
Trisha poured them both a drink from the in-room bar — whiskey for herself, red wine for Reeva.
Trisha (handing the glass): "You did good, Khanna."
Reeva (taking it, swirling it slowly): "We did. We sounded dangerous together. Like royalty with an agenda."
Trisha (stepping closer): "We are royalty with an agenda."
There was a beat.
A flicker.
That ever-present tension between them began to shift — no longer buried under sarcasm or business. Just heat.
Reeva (smirking): "You liked my suit?"
Trisha (her voice low, amused): "I liked the way you walked in it. Like the throne belonged to you."
Reeva: "And you? That three-piece? Ruthless. No wonder every journalist in the room was staring."
Trisha (tilting her head): "I only wanted one person to stare."
Reeva took a step closer. Just enough.
Reeva (soft, husky): "And did she?"
Trisha: "She always does."
The space between them shrank. The air dense with unsaid things. Electricity humming.
Reeva raised her glass slightly.
Reeva: "To Toast of Royals. To us."
Trisha clinked hers against it.
Trisha: "To something unstoppable."