Delhi.
Where ambition breathes through perfume and power hides behind polite smiles.
For years, Aisha Malhotra had been one of those quiet faces behind the glamour — the girl who fixed other people’s crowns while hers stayed invisible.
She worked as a personal assistant to Reha Oberoi, a name that ruled fashion weeks and luxury magazines.
Aisha had dreams too — of starting her own brand, of being known for her ideas — but dreams don’t pay Delhi rent.
Until that one evening changed everything.
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1. The Party of Masks
“Don’t forget to smile,” Reha whispered before stepping onto the red carpet.
Aisha followed, holding the clutch, phone, and ego of her boss all at once.
The Oberoi Foundation Gala — where every handshake was a deal and every compliment, a weapon.
She stood by the corner, invisible, watching diamonds move like stars.
“Excuse me, miss,” someone said.
Aisha turned. It was Kabir Anand, the editor of a luxury magazine.
“You’re new here?” he asked.
She smiled faintly. “Not new. Just unseen.”
He laughed softly, “That’s dangerous. People who stay unseen usually have stories worth hearing.”
Then he walked away, leaving a strange spark behind.
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2. The Fall
Two days later, Reha’s empire cracked.
An article leaked — exposing fake charity donations and unpaid designers.
The office turned silent like a funeral home.
Reha blamed everyone, including Aisha.
“You leaked it! You’ve always been jealous!” she screamed.
Aisha stood frozen. “Ma’am, I didn’t—”
But Reha slapped her before she could finish.
That moment — that single sting — was the death of the old Aisha.
She walked out, her eyes dry, her silence sharp.
On her way home, she stopped at a café.
She opened her phone and looked at the drafts she had saved for years — designs, sketches, ideas, names.
She whispered, “If they can build empires on lies, why can’t I build one on truth?”
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3. The Rebirth
Months passed.
Aisha sold her jewelry, moved into a smaller apartment, and started Mirror Season — a digital magazine for real women with real stories.
No filters. No fake perfection. Just truth, style, and soul.
At first, no one read it.
Then one story — “I Was Fired, So I Built Myself” — went viral.
Women across cities shared it.
Brands reached out. Advertisers called.
Suddenly, Aisha Malhotra wasn’t invisible anymore.
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4. The Return to the Gala
A year later, she stood again at the same Oberoi Gala.
This time, she wasn’t holding anyone’s clutch.
She was on the invitation list.
Wearing an emerald gown and confidence like armor, she walked past the cameras.
A reporter asked, “Ma’am, what are you wearing tonight?”
She smiled. “Self-respect. It never goes out of style.”
Inside, she saw Reha — older, quieter, standing by the champagne counter.
Their eyes met. For a moment, the air froze.
Reha walked to her. “You made it,” she said softly.
Aisha smiled. “I didn’t make it, Reha. I rebuilt myself.”
Reha nodded, maybe in guilt, maybe in pride.
And for the first time, there was no bitterness — just a quiet end to an old chapter.
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5. The Mirror
That night, back in her apartment, Aisha stood before the mirror — the same one that once reflected tears and doubts.
Now it reflected power.
Scars had turned into shine.
Fear into fire.
She whispered to her reflection,
> “You don’t need to be seen to be special. You just need to see yourself clearly.”
She turned off the light. The room glowed faintly from the city outside — proof that even in the dark, some people are born to shine.
And as she lay in bed, the last thought in her mind wasn’t about revenge, success, or luxury.
It was peace.
The kind you find only after you stop proving — and start becoming.
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~ The End ~
Tanya Singh
