Ayan turned to face Nitya, his expression a blend of curiosity and respect. "Hello, Ayan Sharma," he said, extending his hand. "I'm good. How are you?"
Nitya's handshake was firm and confident, a slight, knowing smile on her lips. "Nitya Banerjee," she introduced herself. Ayan's eyes roamed over Nitya's features, noting the subtle shifts in her expression and posture. His gaze lingered just a moment too long, catching the soft curve of her cheek, the elegant arch of her brow. He blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
For a brief instant, the professional veneer wavered, his composure slipping as he adjusted to the unexpected revelation noting the subtle but significant details that revealed Nitya was a transgender woman.
Nitya's confident smile remained unshaken. Her eyes, warm and knowing, met his with a steady gaze that suggested she was fully aware of the impact of her presence.
