At five o’clock in the evening, we take a little helicopter ride to an airstrip in Alwar district. From there, we board a Globalmaster en route to Rome.
We are accompanied by a lot of others, most of whose faces are dropped. Clearly, life didn’t work out as expected for any of us. But in those random faces, a face draws my attention. Dark skin, light brown hair, slim body and a scar on his left cheek. Himanshu and Mandeep are fast asleep. So I take off the katana from Himanshu’s back and walk towards the dropped face.
“I believe this belongs to you.” I say, putting down the blade in his lap. Yash looks up in amazement.
“Raghav?” He asks in a shaky voice. After the conformation, he jumps up and straps his hands across my back, “I thought you all were dead.”
“And we thought you were dead
