**Three hours later , 6:10 PM**
A sleek black Bentley slipped quietly out of the Singhania Industrial warehouse and glided past the bustling Mehruli market road.
Rohit sat comfortably in the back seat. Beside him was Ragini. Though both of them looked outside through their respective windows, their hands were secretly intertwined between the seats.
The driver this time was Balwindar. He navigated the evening traffic with steady focus, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of emotion simmering in behind.
Rohit was deeply pleased. The memories of the afternoon replayed in his mind like a private reel—sweet, intense, satisfying. He stole a glance at Ragini. She was looking out the window, a faint, contented smile curving her lips. He knew she had enjoyed it even more than he had.
He felt the soft, deliberate clutch of her hand, as though she sensed him watching but refused to meet his eyes. A small, private game between them.
