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His target wasn't a person. It was a ledger.

He didn't run. He walked.

He passed the dabbawalas sorting their lunch tiffins under a plastic tarp, the smell of bhindi and roti mixing with the wet earth. He bought a chai from a stall, the clay cup warm in his cold hands. The police would be checking hotels, airports, train stations. But they wouldn't check the dargah. xxx mumbai