The sun was high when Kartik Singh Rathore finally stepped out of the hospital gates, his men forming a loose circle around him like shadows that never left. His shirt collar was slightly open, bandages peeking from beneath, but his stride carried the same ruthless authority.
One of his men quickly lit a cigarette for him, and Kartik took it between his lips, dragging deep, exhaling slow clouds of smoke into the open air.
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