Chapter 3 · free to read
The livestream had bought them the nation's applause, and one merciless deadline: ten crores by dawn.
Priya arranged the cash in an hour — too fast, too smooth, from an account with no name.
Meera said nothing. But she memorized the account number the way she memorized every landlord's lie.
For the cameras, a dream honeymoon. For them, a stakeout with better catering.
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