Krishnaa settled into her window seat, the soft cushion enveloping her like a cloud. She gazed out into the night, her eyes reflecting the moon's gentle glow. The villa's beautifully manicured gardens stretched out before her, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

As she sat, a sly smile spread across her face, her lips curling upward. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and her eyebrows arched ever so slightly.

In the distance, she saw her husband, Parth, and his brother, Ekansh, pacing outside. Their voices carried on the wind, their words indistinguishable but their frustration palpable.

"...find the culprit..." Parth's voice echoed.

"...can't let them get away..." Ekansh's response followed.

Krishnaa's smile grew, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She watched them, her mind whirling with thoughts.

Tomorrow was D-Day. The presentation. The paperwork. Their entire future hinged on it. But tonight's ruckus had destroyed everything.

Krishnaa's thoughts dripped with venom. "Karma's a bitch," she mused. "It will hit back." She knew secrets, secrets that could salvage the situation. But they remained oblivious.

Krishnaa's smile twisted, her lips curling into a wry grin. "Let's see what will happen," she whispered. The night air swallowed her words.

As Krishnaa sat, waiting and watching, the drama unfolded before her. Parth and Ekansh's voices grew louder, their frustration boiling over.

But Krishnaa remained calm, her smile never wavering. She knew the truth, and soon, everyone else would too. The night wore on, heavy with anticipation.

And Krishnaa waited, patient and calculating, her secrets locked away, ready to strike.