Page 27 of Claimed By the Maharaja
It was only Bharat Jogra looking at her while she stood there in a yellow helmet, suddenly aware of her own heartbeat.
She held still.
Then the next moment, he turned away.
He put his sunglasses back on and continued walking, his expression unreadable, his pace unchanged.
As if nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just seen his runaway bride from five years ago.
Yamini slowly lowered her camera, forcing her hands to stay steady.
Her chest felt tight.
He recognized me.
She knew he did.
She held her breath as she waited. She expected him to turn and command, “Remove her.” Or for the guards to step toward her and ask her to leave.
But nothing happened.
He walked inside the offices, and the doors closed behind him.
Tina had to wait outside as security didn’t allow her to follow.
Yamini let out an exhale.
For the rest of the day, she kept working.
She did her job and didn’t look in the direction of Bharat’s office more than necessary.
But she could feel time stretching.
Every hour that passed without him doing anything made her nerves worse.
Tina continued her act, floating around the plant with a clipboard, snapping at workers since Bharat wasn’t around, then smiling and being pleasant when his security passed by.
Tina strode towards Yamini.
“You,” Tina said sharply. “What are you doing?”
“I’m working,” Yamini replied.
Tina’s eyes hardened. “Just remember your place. This project isn’t about your ‘creative vision.’ It’s about showing Maharaja Bharat Singh Jogra’s company in a good light.”
Yamini met her eyes. “My job is to capture what happens. If you want staged images, you can hire a studio team.”
Tina’s pale skin flushed. “Excuse me?”
Yamini didn’t raise her voice. “I’ll send the PR lead a draft set by evening. If you have objections, send them through official channels.”
For a moment, Tina looked like she wanted to slap her.
Then a security guard walked past, and Tina’s expression switched back to polished and pleasant.
“Fine,” Tina said tightly.
