Dusk time, Back alley behind MLA Sudhanshu Thakur's Resort
An empty van and a black BMW stood parked in the shadows of the back alley. Inside the car, Aisha sat restlessly in the back seat, chewing on her nails as she stared at the small gathering near the rear gate.
About ten boys stood loosely around their bikes in a semi-circle. Rohit was in the center, speaking to them in a low, commanding voice.
Throughout the entire day he had been acting strange — cold, focused, and distant. After his meeting with the MLA, he had shared almost nothing with her. Neither he, nor that stubborn guard Balwindar, nor any of the new faces had given her a single piece of information.
All she knew was that he removed his sling bag, took a gun, had made several calls, gathered these boys, and was now flying a drone into the resort. The small screen in his hand held everyone's attention.
What the hell is that loser bastard planning? Aisha thought, her face paling. Is Akhil really inside there?
