The cool Mumbai dusk unfurled across the horizon, painting Marine Drive with vibrant streaks of lavender, peach, and deepening indigo, the city’s pulse thrumming beneath a sky ablaze with fading light. The promenade buzzed with life—honking horns, bursts of laughter, and the crisp whisper of sea air mingling with the tang of salt and street food. Yet Haider stood apart, a solitary figure folding into himself like a shadow against the sleek silhouette of his Pagani Huayra BC. The car’s gunmetal body gleamed under the lamplight, its chiseled lines a testament to power and precision, an island of control in a world that felt unsteady beneath his feet. The ocean’s rhythmic crash against the seawall echoed the turmoil in his chest, each wave a reminder of the truths that eluded him.
Haider eme
