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Annika kept her face neutral, as she struggled in Bhavya's uniform and kept a hand on her cap to ensure it didn't fly away in the wind alongside her old woman wig. Bhavya nd her had deemed that a police officer was most likely to sneak in and out easily as well as not be the victim of any lecherous men should she pretend to be old.

She coughed a few times for good measure as she got off and texted Bhavya that she'd arrived. Thanking the driver, she went inside and was greeted by a somber looking young woman who led her to an interrogation room where Svetlana sat alongside her younger sister.

As soon as Svetlana registered Annika's appearance, she smirked. "Come in ACP!" The woman said mockingly, adorned in a simple grey and white saree. "Aapka hii intezaar kar rahe the hum." She turned to her sister, "Right Saumya?"

Saumya merely rolled her eyes before looking away.

"You can go," Annika dismissed the other woman who nodded hesitantly before leaving the three alone.

"How may we be of help?" Svetlana asked mockingly. "I cannot tell you how eager we are to start our community service period for all the harm we've caused."

"Cut the crap Svetlana!" Annika snapped. "I know that you know it's me."

Svetlana smirked, "Impressive. But you should've picked another name instead of Rosy." Saumya's head snapped to look at Annika with narrowed eyes. "Come on Chotu," Svetlana chuckled, "Did you not recognise your Annika Bhabhi?"

"A much better disguise than before," Saumya pointed at Annika.

"Thanks?" Annika mumbled.

"Toh bolo!" Svetlana clapped her hands together. "What can we do for you Annika? Sorry, my bad," Svetlana giggled. "ACP Singhania?"

Annika drummed her fingers, "What do you know about an SSR?"

Svetlana blinked, "What did you say?"

Annika raised an eyebrow. "What do you know about an SSR?"

Svetlana ran her tongue over her teeth before breathing out slowly. "Sara Seth Rathore."

Annika frowned, "Who?"

"Sara Seth Rathore," Saumya echoed her sister's words.

"Kon hain woh?" Annika demanded.

Svetlana and Saumya looked at Annika with a strange expression she couldn't name.

"Figure it out yourself," Svetlana shrugged, her body relaxing once more as her face settled into its signature nonchalant smug expression.

"Is she connected to Kalyani Mills?" Annika demanded.

"Something like that," Svetlana shrugged once more.

"What about Raghav Kapoor?" Annika watched as Saumya and Svetlana both stilled, their faces losing all colour, as soon as she mentioned their father's name.

"Where did you hear that name?" Saumya whispered. When Annika didn't answer, she lunged across the table and grabbed Annika's collars, "Batao! Where did you hear that name?!"

Annika was pulled back by the familiar woman who had led her to the room as two others restrained Saumya.

"Take her away," Svetlana said coldly, her eyes never leaving Annika's.

"As if we're going to listen to you," one of the officer's scoffed.

Svetlana merely raised an eyebrow at Annika who cleared her throat, "Take Saumya away." She dismissed the others, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. "Tell me Svetlana. It's just you and me now."