Collateral Hearts: A Tale of Love, Lies, and Loyalty

The air in the bustling Delhi airport terminal was thick with unspoken thoughts and hidden agendas. Captain Ekansh Malhotra, back in the city that felt like a battlefield, scanned the crowds with the practiced eye of a soldier, his personal demons weighing heavier than his duffel bag.
Across the terminal, Kiara Singhania moved with a swift, purposeful stride, her thoughts as sharp as the classified files tucked under her arm. She was back not as a sister, but as a soldier on a singular mission: to clear her brother's name.
Their paths converged near a duty-free store, a fleeting glance, a subtle insignia on a bag, a pair of combat boots – small details that screamed of secrets and training. He followed her, his instincts on high alert. She spoke without looking, her voice a calm challenge, acknowledging his presence and rank despite his civilian clothes. Their first exchange was a dance of veiled questions and teasing deflections, a battle of wits that left Ekansh unsettled.
Pulled into a quiet corner, the tension between them escalated. His demand for her identity was met with a smirk and a warning – she was a danger he wasn't trained for. As she disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a faint scent of perfume, Ekansh knew this woman was a puzzle, a code he had to crack.
