NAVIGATE 1.2

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 and 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 that Nitya was a transgender woman.

Nitya's confident smile remained unshaken. Her warm and knowing eyes met his with a steady gaze, suggesting she was fully aware of the impact of her presence. Ayan cleared his throat and straightened, masking his initial reaction with practiced ease. The moment passed, but the subtle shift in their interaction hung in the air like an unspoken truth.

"Nice to meet you," Ayan replied, his voice steady.