In the early morning, every news channel in Mumbai was broadcasting news about the murder that took place last night. The same news was playing at Sarang’s house as well. Breakfast for all of them was prepared at Sarang’s house, after which Suryansh went to get ready. When Sarang took last night's wet clothes to wash them, he felt something in the pocket.

“Oh, this boy... he never takes his things out." Sarang muttered as he searched the pocket, and Suryansh’s photograph came into his hand. A smile appeared on his lips, “He has gone completely mad. I don’t know what you will do if you don't get that in return?”