The clock ticked on. Inside SHO Haseena Malik’s MPT cabin, amidst the soft hum of the laptop and the distant murmurs of duty outside, two officers sat shoulder to shoulder—working, thinking… and one of them, quietly loving.

Anubhav tried hard—really hard—to focus on the presentation they were building on the notorious Blood Gang. But every now and then, his eyes would drift to her. That calm focus on her face, the way her lips curled slightly when she found a clue, and that earnest innocence in her eyes—it all tugged at his heart.