The SUV screeched into the underground garage, Mumbai’s humid night pressing against the tinted windows like a living thing. Virat killed the engine, but neither moved. Silence crackled between them, thick with unsaid words and the lingering scent of danger.

Ishani unbuckled first, turning to him with fire in her eyes. “Why are you this protective, Mama? How did you even know that man was here?” Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled on his thigh trembled.