As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets of Milan, Yuvraj and Ava stepped out of the hotel, their hearts racing not just from their shared passion but from the looming danger that surrounded them. Agniraj led the way, his expression grave, eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble.

"Get in the car, quickly," he urged, motioning towards the sleek black Porsche that had brought Yuvraj to the club just hours before. YAva, her heart pounding in her chest, climbed into the passenger seat, glancing over her shoulder as if the very shadows were alive with threats.