03-09-2025, 08:29 AM
Scene 15 – The Shadow in the Car
The black BMW slid silently out of the Malhotra estate, its polished body swallowing the reflection of glittering chandeliers one last time before the night claimed it. The city lights began to stretch and blur as the car moved, an island of calm in the restless pulse of Mumbai.
Inside, the air was chilled, faintly scented with jasmine from sachets Rhea always kept tucked discreetly in the corners, a touch of elegance that marked even her private journeys.
At the wheel, Rajesh sat taut and unflinching, the city’s neon reflecting across his forehead. Beside him, Kabir’s eyes flicked constantly to the rearview mirrors, calculating, alert, a presence that seemed to radiate both intelligence and strength.
Kabir had been with Rhea since her modeling days, her shadow and guardian through the chaotic ascent of fame. Smart, imposing, and fiercely loyal, he had anticipated threats before they materialized and guided her safely through countless unseen dangers.
Rhea reclined in the backseat with the regal ease of someone accustomed to command, her phone glowing softly in her hand. Her profile was a study in elegance: high, sculpted cheekbones, the soft curve of her lips as she smiled at a message, and the sweep of lashes that cast delicate shadows over flawless skin. Every movement, even the smallest blink or tilt of her head, carried an innate grace that made the world pause, even in motion.
Yet her smile faded as a subtle vibration ran through the car, a disturbance not from the engine, but from something unseen.
Rajesh’s sharp gaze caught it first. He glanced in the mirror. A black SUV, headlights dimmed, trailing them at a precise, measured distance.
“Madam, gaadi piche se follow kar rahi hai,” he said, his voice low, controlled, but laced with caution.
Rhea lifted her gaze, brows knitting imperceptibly. “Are you sure, Rajesh? Perhaps it’s just following the same route.”
But the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. Rajesh had been by her side for three years, he never sounded alarmed without reason.
Kabir’s head tilted slightly, analyzing. He was calm, but his eyes sharpened, the very air around him carrying the weight of someone who had spent years anticipating danger. “No, Madam. That SUV didn’t just happen to be there.
Its movement is deliberate, controlled. I’ve seen this before, they are professionals.”
The black BMW slid silently out of the Malhotra estate, its polished body swallowing the reflection of glittering chandeliers one last time before the night claimed it. The city lights began to stretch and blur as the car moved, an island of calm in the restless pulse of Mumbai.
Inside, the air was chilled, faintly scented with jasmine from sachets Rhea always kept tucked discreetly in the corners, a touch of elegance that marked even her private journeys.
At the wheel, Rajesh sat taut and unflinching, the city’s neon reflecting across his forehead. Beside him, Kabir’s eyes flicked constantly to the rearview mirrors, calculating, alert, a presence that seemed to radiate both intelligence and strength.
Kabir had been with Rhea since her modeling days, her shadow and guardian through the chaotic ascent of fame. Smart, imposing, and fiercely loyal, he had anticipated threats before they materialized and guided her safely through countless unseen dangers.
Rhea reclined in the backseat with the regal ease of someone accustomed to command, her phone glowing softly in her hand. Her profile was a study in elegance: high, sculpted cheekbones, the soft curve of her lips as she smiled at a message, and the sweep of lashes that cast delicate shadows over flawless skin. Every movement, even the smallest blink or tilt of her head, carried an innate grace that made the world pause, even in motion.
Yet her smile faded as a subtle vibration ran through the car, a disturbance not from the engine, but from something unseen.
Rajesh’s sharp gaze caught it first. He glanced in the mirror. A black SUV, headlights dimmed, trailing them at a precise, measured distance.
“Madam, gaadi piche se follow kar rahi hai,” he said, his voice low, controlled, but laced with caution.
Rhea lifted her gaze, brows knitting imperceptibly. “Are you sure, Rajesh? Perhaps it’s just following the same route.”
But the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. Rajesh had been by her side for three years, he never sounded alarmed without reason.
Kabir’s head tilted slightly, analyzing. He was calm, but his eyes sharpened, the very air around him carrying the weight of someone who had spent years anticipating danger. “No, Madam. That SUV didn’t just happen to be there.
Its movement is deliberate, controlled. I’ve seen this before, they are professionals.”
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