Evening sun stretched golden streaks over the windshield as Monica pulled the car into the quiet lane. The engine purred low before she shifted to park.
“I won’t take long,” she said, already unbuckling her seatbelt.
Zoya nodded, stealing a glance at Monica. She was dressed all in black—sleek blazer, subtle heels, and dark glasses perched perfectly, hiding her eyes but not her sharp presence. Monica Mittal didn’t do casual—not even on supposedly casual days.
Zoya watched through the tinted window as Monica approached a man in a sharp suit standing by the gate of a nearby building. She couldn’t hear anything, but the two exchanged a few short words. Monica’s arms were crossed, her posture rigid—commanding. The man nodded a few times, then passed her something that looked like a document folder.
Zoya squinted. That must be Aaron... the man Monica’s always on the phone with. And—wait—he’s the one from that bar, with Rishi.
Her lips parted slightly in surprise.
Monica returned within minutes, cool and composed, sliding into the driver’s seat like nothing just happened.
“All good?” Zoya asked lightly, trying not to pry but unable to hide the curiosity entirely.
Monica nodded once, adjusting the gear. “Everything’s fine. Under control.”
There was something in her tone that said don’t worry and don’t ask more, but also something protective beneath the surface. Zoya didn’t push. She only smiled faintly, letting her fingers tap against the car door as they drove a few blocks down.
When they reached J’s street, Zoya hopped out, waving. “Be right back.”
Monica leaned back, crossing her legs, throwing one arm over the seat, her black sunglasses still on, completely relaxed and unreadable as ever.
Zoya rang the bell. The door opened instantly.
“Zoya!” J grinned. “You’re—wait. Wait, wait, wait.”
Zoya blinked. “What?”
J leaned out of the doorway, spotting the sleek black car—and the equally sleek woman sitting inside it like she owned the entire district.
“Bestie,” he whispered with dramatic awe, “is that Monica Mittal? Like actual Monica Mittal?! In my street?! In that car?! With those glasses?!”
Zoya rolled her eyes, blushing just a little. “Calm down, it’s not that deep.”
J gawked. “Not that deep? Girl, she looks like she stepped out of a Netflix limited series called ‘Power Woman Who Could Ruin Your Life and You’d Say Thank You’.”
Zoya bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Please don’t say that out loud. She can hear through car windows, I swear.”
J wiggled his eyebrows. “You’ve been spending that much time with her, huh?”
Zoya just shook her head, fighting back the grin. “I just came for the books.”
“And brought an enigma on wheels with you,” J muttered, disappearing inside to grab the pile.
As he handed the books over, he leaned in one last time and whispered, “You’ve got to tell me everything. That woman looks like she drinks her coffee with secrets in it.”
Zoya laughed as she turned, hugging the books to her chest. “Yeah... she kind of does.”
Back in the car, Monica arched a brow beneath her glasses as Zoya got in.

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