After Vikram Das left, Myra turned around to leave the Rajput family mansion. She adjusted the collar of her long overcoat, dusted off her badge, and stepped toward the black jeep waiting for her near the palace courtyard.
Her mission was clear now—find the women who ambushed the masked man at the city center, and their motive of attack.
Just as her boot touched the jeep's footboard, a soft voice called out behind her, smooth yet firm.
"Inspector Myra."
Myra turned sharply.
There stood Nivedita Rajput, the second princess of the Rajput family.
"You shouldn't meddle in Vikram Das's activities," Nivedita said softly, her voice clear as crystal. "He is not your enemy. He is not a street thug. Every blow he's ever landed was on someone who deserved it."
Myra narrowed her gaze. "He also hides many things, Princess. And masks are worn by men who fear the law."
"Vikram Das is not what you think…" Nivedita countered, stepping forward.
