Sanju stared at the name on her caller id of her phone screen, her heart pounding in her chest. Anjali's name blinked ominously, a ghost from the past she wished she could forget. After everything Anjali had done—the manipulation, the lies, the way she had tried to wedge herself between Sanju and Bhargav—why was she calling now? Sanju's thoughts flashed back to that day in the conference room, when she'd walked in on Anjali pressing herself against Bhargav, her hand trailing down his chest with that smug, seductive smile. Sanju had trusted Bhargav then, but the memory still stung, the image seared into her mind. And now, this call — what could Anjali possibly want? For a moment, Sanju considered ignoring it, letting the call go to voicemail. But something inside her — a mix of curiosity and unresolved anger — made her swipe to answer. She brought the phone to her ear, her breath shallow.