The private jet touched down at Mumbai's chhatrapati shivaji international Airport. and I stepped out of it, onto Indian soil, the sweltering mumbai heat enveloping me like a Suffocating blanket. Italy's crisp air was a distant memory now.
The vibrant sound of India's largest city assaulted my senses.
Horns blaring.
Vendors calling out.
and the hum of traffic.
"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙧. 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩" Raj, my local contact, greeted me with a slight bow.
I nodded at him, as he handed me a folder containing surveillance photos and intel of kunal Sharma. The thief.
"𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖, 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 500 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣" He said while looking at the files and I clenched my jaw, anger simmering beneath the surface, "𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢"
I hummed and followed him towards a sleek aston Martin, db12, where my PA (dev) aka my best friend was leaning against the car, waiting for someone.
Fow whom?
For me.
Duh.
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I sent him here in India 3 days before, as he's the only one whom I trust, and I know even though I wasn't here, he handled everything perfectly.
And we're just one step back, before catching that Chunal.
I meant Kunal.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans, flashed a bright smile, as he took a long drag on his cigarette. His eyes sparkled with mischief and his chiseled features seemed to radiate pure sunshine.
He turned his face towards me, "𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚" He exclaimed, dropping his cigarette on the ground and grinding it under his shoe.
