In the quiet ambiance of the Taj Hotel's dining room, Das regarded Princess Mona with a calm, measured gaze. "I have one condition for our cooperation," he stated, his voice resonant with a firm undertone.
Mona's curiosity was piqued, her eyebrows arching in anticipation. "What is it?" she inquired, leaning forward slightly.
Das's response was straightforward, yet it carried an undercurrent of warning. "You must cease all inquiries and surveillance of me. You've done your homework, but from now onwards, I expect no spying on me or my associates. And no harm must come to my family or friends. If you breach this, the casual man you're speaking to now will be the most of your concerns."
A heavy silence enveloped the room as Mona absorbed his conditions. Her eyes, reflecting a mix of respect and calculation, finally nodded in agreement. "I accept your terms, Mr. Das."
"So, we have a deal?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of eagerness.
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