Makkhan wipes sweat from his forehead, then points to the empty cans.
Makkhan reads it twice. He doesn't flinch. He tears the note, puts the pieces in his mouth, and chews. Then he spits them into a drain.
"Sir, those people paid double. Rich customer. You want a glass? Fresh buffalo. No water mix." Makkhan Doodhwala Episode 3 -- HiWEBxSERIES.com
But this is not a normal delivery route.
A woman opens it. – young, fierce-eyed, holding a sleeping toddler. Behind her, three other families sit on the floor, whispering. They are refugees – displaced by a recent demolition drive. Makkhan wipes sweat from his forehead, then points
"Makkhan Doodhwala," the inspector grins. "3 AM delivery to a red door? That's not on your dairy route."
He lets him go.
Qureshi stares. Then laughs. "You milkmen are all the same – lying through your teeth."