**Next morning, Singhania house**
Raj Singhania leaned back in his chair, slowly lighting his cigar with the flicker of a lighter. The rich smoke curled upward as he studied his son.
"So… you mean it was all Balwinder's doing?" he asked calmly.
On the opposite side of the table, Rohit sat with a stoic face and calm voice.
"Yes," Rohit said, holding his gaze. "If not for him, we wouldn't have gotten Akhil out. I was just there."
Raj studied him the way a man studies a card he suspects is marked. Then he opened a drawer and fanned several newspapers across the desk.
"Three days," Raj said. "You took three days to find your friend, and the whole world turned upside down. How about you take a look? Just the cover pages are enough."
Rohit frowned and scanned the headlines.
