The car drifted off the bypass onto a narrow service road that led to an abandoned industrial parking lot on the edge of Jaipur. No gates, no guards—just cracked asphalt, rusted chain-link fence, and three lonely streetlamps throwing weak orange pools of light across the empty space. Priya killed the headlights a hundred meters out, coasted in silence, and rolled to a stop right under the brightest lamp.
Engine off.














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