The car door shut with a soft click, sealing them all inside the dimly lit, black-tinted SUV. Alia slipped into the seat beside Ayaan, her hands already twisting the hem of her kurti. Her stomach cramped again, a sharp pull that made her shift uncomfortably. She tried to hide it, but Rajwant’s eyes flickered toward her instantly. Of course he noticed.

Abhimanyu and Reyansh sat in the front, faces calm, composed… too calm. The kind of calm that only mafia men carried when adrenaline was still cooling in their blood.