Jayesh stood on the terrace, phone pressed to his ear, waiting for Amir's update. It had been ten minutes since he had gone down with five of his men.
There was no sign of Raju outside. The firing had completely stopped, but his mind raised an alarm. If everything was alright, then why hadn't he—or anyone—contacted them yet?
He looked around at his surroundings.
On the terrace, seventeen people had taken position alongside him—three of his own personal guards, and the rest Amir's loyalists.
None of them looked convincing enough to hold their ground, except for a few like Shekhar and the other loyalists, who kept a strict watch over everyone.
Then the kitchen exploded.
Boom.
The entire structure shook violently. Flames burst out from the western windows of the main building. Thick black smoke billowed into the night sky. Shouts and panic erupted from the lower floors and the courtyard.
Jayesh's face turned pale. "What the hell was that?!"
