Prologue

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A dark room is lit only by the dim light of a laptop screen. Sitting behind it, is Agent Avinash Singh Rathore, AKA Tiger. He reads the screen intently, before clicking the enter button and successfully sending the data to the other end. His lips are pressed in a thin line as if he did not want to be a part of whatever this was.

He waits for something, his right foot tapping nervously, looking back and forth between the laptop and his phone, which was lying on the table. After a couple of minutes that felt like forever, the phone vibrates, flashing a single letter as caller id.

"M."

Tiger picks up the call, but says nothing. There is a faint murmur from the other side.

"You're welcome. But you know I don't want to do this right? I think we should tell him." He finally speaks.

"I am doing this for him. Avinash, you can't tell him anything unless I say so. Amar cannot know of this." A woman's voice, clear and stern, is heard from the other side.

"But Meg-"

"No Avinash, please, one last time." She pleads and the call is disconnected.

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