***One day earlier, Central Tihar Jail.***
Robin walked down the dimly lit corridor, his palms clammy with sweat. He was an engineering student, not some underworld messenger.
No matter how violent the past week had been, doing this alone felt overwhelming — far beyond his comfort zone.
Meeting Raju Plumber had been surprisingly easy. The gangster practically ruled his block.
Robin had been escorted straight into an open recreation yard where Raju sat like a king, enjoying a shoulder massage while casually discussing business.
But Mrinal was different.
After a second request, Robin was taken through multiple security checkpoints before being led into a heavily monitored meeting room.
The contrast was stark — one criminal enjoyed influence, the other inspired fear.
A thick fiberglass partition divided the room, with microphones on both sides and cameras watching every angle. Robin sat down, heart hammering.
A minute later, the opposite door opened.
