"My date is busy," I murmured, my eyes flicking towards Ajay, who was still entangled in the arms of the other woman. The subtle cue was not lost on him. His gaze hardened, and for a moment, I wondered if he'd see through the facade. But then, his hand reached out, gently lifting my chin so that I had no choice but to look at him.

"Let's dance," he suggested, his smile as cold as the drink in his hand. I nodded, allowing him to lead me to the dance floor. The music washed over us, a seductive melody that seemed to coil around our bodies as we moved in sync. His grip was firm, his eyes never leaving mine as we danced. I could feel his power, the same power that had crushed so many lives. But I was not here to succumb. I was here to fight back.

I let him think he had the upper hand, my movements fluid and alluring. His hand slid down to the small of my back, pulling me closer. The heat of his body was suffocating, but I kept my composure. As we danced, I searched for the right moment to slip away, to find the quiet corner where I could begin my real mission.

The opportunity presented itself when a group of dancers spilled into our space, separating us for a brief second. I took the chance and whispered, "Let's sit somewhere else. I want to be alone." His eyes lit up with a predatory glint, thinking he had me right where he wanted. He led me through the throngs of people, his grip tightening as we approached the quieter section of the club.

The velvet couches looked inviting, but the darkness behind them was where the real conversations took place. I steered us towards a dimly lit corner, the shadows playing on the walls like a silent film of our intentions. The music was a distant murmur here, the only sound being the clinking of ice in his glass and the steady thump of my own heart.

I pushed him onto the couch and sat in his lap, my body language suggesting a willingness to give him what he thought he wanted. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as I leaned in, my breath warm against his neck. His hand slipped around my waist, and I felt a twinge of revulsion, but I pushed it down, focusing on the mission at hand.

"What can I do for you, my Prince Charming?" I whispered, my voice a siren's song. His grip tightened, his breathing growing heavy. This was the moment of truth. With a deft twist, I slid my hand into his pocket, searching for the device that would give us the intel we needed.

His hand traveled up my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I pushed them away, focusing on the task. The cold metal of the device pressed against my fingertips, and I gently pulled it out, hiding it in the folds of my dress.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Pulling out I pulled slowly away from the kiss marking him mine. I walked towards the door, just to see Ajay standing there.

" Whom are you with?" Asked Ajay standing outside the door.

" I... was lost some mens... they were troubling me. Aju... " I walked and hugged him. Passing the electronic device to him withhold coming into notice.

" I am scared please... cN we leave." I begged him in ny baby voice. He smirked.

" Well I am not leaving you tonight." Said Ajay making sure Kayle who was hiding could hear.

Kayleigh's eyes narrowed, his hand sliding down my back to my bum, his fingers pressing down slightly. It was a gesture filled with ownership, a silent claim of what he thought was his. A wave of disgust washed over me, but I played along, giggling coyly as I leaned into hus touch. "Don't i will embarrassed baby..." I cooed, placing a hand on his hand.

" Okay give me 5 minutes i need to make a call."  Said Ajay. The moment he turned. I turned snd smashed my lips on Kayle's pushing him against the wall. Ge was hiding behind the doors. I took a paper jot down a number.

" i dont mind having you, when you are free daddy." I winked him sucking his neck and marking him l. " Don't miss me much."

I could feel him tense up but he kept his composure. The act had worked. As Ajay disappeared into the hallway, I knew the clock was ticking. I had to make my move. I leaned in closer to Kayleigh, my breath hot against his ear. "Five minutes, huh?" I whispered. "I can make it worth your while. I am a virgin darling."

The lie slipped out of my mouth as smooth as silk, and his eyes widened with greed. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and my stomach churned. But I had to keep going. For the mission, for Pranay, for all the girls like me. I kissed him with all the passion I could muster, my hands moving to unbutton his shirt. His touch was cold, calculated, but I didn't flinch.

As we kissed, I slipped the paper with the crucial number into my pocket, my heart racing with the thrill of victory. The whispers of the shadows around us seemed to cheer me on, urging me to complete my task. His hands roamed over my body, and I allowed it, biding my time.

The moment Ajay's footsteps faded, I broke the kiss abruptly. "See you soon," I murmured, my voice a seductive purr, and before he could react, I slipped away from his grasp. The car's engine purring outside was like the beating of a getaway horse, and I was eager to mount it. I stepped out of the room, my hips swaying with a feline grace that had been honed from years of practice and pain.

Ajay was waiting for me, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. He opened the door of the sleek black sedan, and I slid into the plush leather seat with a sense of urgency. As the door shut, the sound was a declaration of victory—I had survived the lion's den, and with the prize in hand.

In the quiet of the study, Pranay studied the note and the piece of crumpled paper I'd passed to him with a furrowed brow. The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of the information I'd gathered heavy on the paper. The numbers and coordinates scribbled in hasty handwriting could be the key to dismantling the drug operation.

Ajay closed the door behind us, his eyes flicking to the note before returning to me. "You did well," he murmured, a hint of pride in his voice. But Pranay's expression remained unreadable.

I passed him a currency note which was torn.

" I found this as well, before I made my exist."

It tells about the finances transaction of the deal.

Pranay's gaze shifted from the note to the torn currency note, his eyes widening with understanding. The torn corner was a signature move, a coded message that the deal was on. "Good work, Meera," he said, his voice low and measured. He waved Ajay and he left.