Taani sat back in the plush leather seat of the car, her mind racing with thoughts about the upcoming meeting. Though her expression remained calm, her fingers absentmindedly tapped against her lap, betraying the anxiety that simmered underneath. Abhimaan, knowing exactly how nervous she was despite her composed demeanor, had sent Amaraya along with her. Amaraya sat next to Taani, scrolling through her phone but occasionally glancing at Taani with a comforting smile.