The phone pressed against his ear, Yuvraj Suryavanshi felt the weight of the world settle on his shoulders.  "I was just waiting for your call, Mr. Suryavanshi," the voice on the other end purred, a silk thread of amusement woven through the words. It was Vaidehi Shekhawat, a woman who played a dangerous game, a game that had just taken a dark turn.

He sank into the leather chair in his office, the shadows of the late afternoon stretching long and ominous. "How could you be so sure I'd call, Miss Shekhawat?" he asked, his voice tight with suspicion.