The sun was dipping low as the black BMW crawled at a snail's pace. It maneuvered through crowded, narrow alleys, inching deeper into the heart of the slums.
Balwindar adjusted the rearview mirror, checking the backseat. Rohit was typically preoccupied to his phone. But it was the newcomer that drew Balwindar's focus, Robin, who was occupying the window seat, staring out at the passing chaos in deep thought.
He had met him just last day during the rescue of her freind, but seeing him follow Rohit now, and getting involved in matters that shouldn't concern him, was deeply unsettling.
Did they finally get a lead on Akhil? he wondered. Or is this about what happened to Jyoti?
A odd thought crossed over his mind: Is young master replacing me?
He flashed back to their talk that morning, and his heart sank with the mere plausibility, before he shook it off.
'No, I am a professional, and Young master had promised me quite a fortune for my services as an exclusive guard.'
