Raghav blinked. He was no longer in his cramped PG flat in Mukherjee Nagar. He was sitting on a wooden bench in a dimly lit library, surrounded by stacks of dusty, real books. Across from him, a man in a crisp, old-fashioned suit was writing with a fountain pen.
“Who are you?” Raghav whispered.
The man looked up. “Sundaram,” he said. “And Dutt is getting tea. You were looking for us?”
The library began to fade. The chai cups dissolved.
Dutt and Sundaram exchanged a glance.
Raghav clicked the third link—a shady website with too many pop-ups. He closed three ads for “Hot Singles in Your Area” and one for a dubious crypto scheme. Finally, a grainy, scanned PDF opened.
“Page 312 is wrong about the disinvestment commission. We’ll fix it in the 2025 edition. Keep questioning. — D&S”