Rohit sat in the back seat of the booked car, a backpack resting beside him as he selected Alka Mall as his destination.
His gaze drifted toward the rearview mirror.
The same biker.
Still following.
The realization wasn't surprising anymore. If anything, it had become a persistent irritation in the background, like a buzzing mosquito that refused to die.
Outside, the city moved as usual. Pedestrians crowded the sidewalks. Vendors shouted from roadside stalls. Cars and buses crawled through traffic in an endless stream.
Yet Rohit's thoughts remained trapped in the events of the morning.
What bothered him most was Raj's behavior.
If Raj knew about Vijay's actions, then he should have known exactly why Rohit had reacted the way he did. The entire situation should have been obvious.
So why hadn't he retaliated?
Why had he chosen to side with them instead?
Arya's reaction could be dismissed. She had been drunk. Naive. Emotional.
Raj was none of those things.
