7 Dreams Coffee Shop…
Just as the old Ambassador car rumbled to life, Vikram Das gently pressed on the accelerator. But before he could move more than a few feet from the Seven Dreams Coffee Shop, there was a knock on the window. A soft but urgent tapping.
Vikram turned his head to find an old man, his frame fragile yet dignified, standing outside the car. The man said nothing. Instead, he slowly lifted a bulky suitcase, not just any ordinary one—but a sleek cryogenic pod with reinforced chrome corners. The center of the case gleamed with a distinct, golden emblem: a snow leopard.
Vikram's eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition.
"Rana family... Mayuri," His thoughts moved fast as he understood who sent the case.
He quickly rolled down the window, a rare flicker of warmth showing on his usually composed face.
The old man handed over the briefcase respectfully, his hands trembling as if carrying something sacred. Vikram received it with both hands.
