
Ahadโs POV
They didnโt exchange a single word. Yet from behind, I watched her intently as she spoke to a man named Kashifโher right-hand, if I had to guess. The name felt too familiar to belong to someone ordinary. But what caught me off guard wasnโt the familiarity. It was the word shipment. That alone cracked open a realization: sheโs not just elegantly poised, sheโs embedded deep in the underworld.

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