Wings & Chains (Season 2) Chapter -1

 Chapter 1 – The Man Who Never Lets Go

The ballroom was an ocean of soft golden light. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the high ceiling like frozen waterfalls, scattering light across velvet drapes and polished marble floors. Waiters glided between clusters of guests, their trays whispering with the delicate clink of champagne glasses.

Aditya Varma stood near the far end, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass he hadn’t touched. His black suit was perfectly cut, his tie a precise knot — like everything else in his life. He didn’t attend charity events for the speeches or the art auctions; he came for influence. A handshake here, a promise there, and another business puzzle locked into place.

But tonight… his focus was stolen.

She was across the lawn, beyond the open French doors, where the string lights floated like stars caught in the branches of the old oak trees. She wasn’t wearing the kind of gown these women wore to impress. Her soft linen dress moved when the evening breeze passed, and her hair — not tamed, not sculpted — spilled in dark waves down her back.

And she was barefoot.

Aditya’s brow lifted almost imperceptibly. Among the designer stilettos and diamond-encrusted heels, she walked on the grass like it belonged to her. She held a camera, crouching low to capture a candid moment of an elderly couple laughing together.

There was no awareness of eyes on her. No calculation. Just… presence.

He found himself walking toward the open doors.

Inner thought – Aditya
She’s not looking for attention, which is why every eye falls on her. Interesting.

She noticed him when he was only a few steps away, but didn’t straighten or offer the polite, perfunctory smile he was used to. Instead, she clicked one last shot, checked her camera, and then finally looked at him.

Her eyes — a warm, rich brown — didn’t widen, didn’t flicker with the recognition he was accustomed to.

“Beautiful evening,” Aditya said, his voice carrying the deep, calm authority that could silence a boardroom.

“It is,” she replied, looking up toward the sky. “The light is perfect tonight. You can almost hear it.”

He studied her. “Hear it?”

A small smile touched her lips. “The way light falls… sometimes it feels like music. But I guess not everyone notices.”

He let out a low hum. “I notice things.”

She tilted her head, not impressed but faintly amused. “Things that can be owned?”

The question slid into him like the edge of glass. Most people tiptoed around him; she had stepped straight into the center.

“Things worth keeping,” he corrected softly.

Her gaze lingered on his for a heartbeat — as if weighing him — before she stepped aside, already lifting her camera again. “Some things,” she murmured, “are worth letting go.”

And just like that, she walked past him, toward the far side of the garden.

Inner thought – Aditya
No one walks away from me like that. No one.

But tonight, one woman had.
And Aditya Varma, a man who believed everything valuable must be kept within reach, suddenly found himself watching a barefoot stranger walk into the darkness — and wanting to follow.

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