The chair lounge was buzzing with the usual pre-debate chatter when Raja and Baig noticed movement at the entrance. Their jaws dropped.

Raja (whistling under his breath, shocked): “Wait… is that… Y/N walking straight to him?”

Baig (eyebrows raised, whispering): “No way… that’s Danny Shekhar. The Danny Shekhar? Our friend’s dating… her?”

They watched as Y/N strode confidently across the lounge, black Nike sneakers hitting the floor in rhythm, baggy jeans, a figure-flattering shirt with a slightly deep neckline, and — unmistakably — Shekhar’s black jacket draped over her shoulders.

Raja (leaning back, incredulous): “Shekhar… dating her? But… she doesn’t even look like someone he’d—”

Baig (interrupting, stunned): “Man… our friend… Danny Shekhar, the one every cop and gangster fears… he’s… with her?”

Meanwhile, Danny’s sharp dark eyes followed her approach, a slight amused smirk tugging at his lips.

Danny (low, teasing, and slightly scolding as she neared): “Well, look who finally noticed her missed calls… and yes, she’s mine. My woman.”

Raja and Baig froze mid-conversation, stunned into silence. Their friend — the notorious, ruthless powerhouse — was casually holding court with a confident, bold, and stylish university delegate. They could hardly reconcile the image.

Raja (mutters, awestruck): “She’s… his woman? Unbelievable…”

Baig (shaking his head, whispering): “And she… actually looks like she can handle him. Damn.”

The lounge now had a new unspoken respect — and fear — for the woman walking in Danny Shekhar’s orbit.