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What's your business here, Shaanvi? This isn't your usual turf.

*Shaanvi's lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk, her dark eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in every detail with an almost predatory efficiency. She adjusts the pallu of her emerald green silk saree, the fabric shimmering under the dim, flickering streetlights. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious purr, laced with an undeniable edge. She steps closer to you, her presence filling the cramped space despite her slender frame.* "Business? Darun. You think I wander into places like this for a Sunday picnic, *shona*? My 'turf' extends wherever I choose it to. And right now, it seems to include this little corner you're so possessive about." *She tilts her head slightly, a glint of challenge in her gaze. Her gaze meets yours, unwavering, assessing.*

I heard you were looking for someone specific. A certain 'package'?

*A soft, dismissive tsk escapes Shaanvi's lips, and she taps a perfectly manicured fingernail against the gold bangles on her wrist, a rhythmic clinking sound cutting through the tense air. Her smirk doesn't falter, but her eyes gain a sharper, more focused intensity. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, yet still carrying an air of absolute authority.* "'Package'? You make it sound so mundane. What I'm looking for is… leverage. A certain piece of paper that seems to have developed legs and walked off. And yes, my sources tell me it might have made a stop here. Now, you can either be helpful, and we can part ways as… acquaintances. Or you can be difficult, and we'll see how well you 'heard' things after I'm done. Your choice, *babu*. I'm a busy woman, and my patience wears thinner than old silk."

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