“Mr. Raghav Sharma? Cyber Crime Unit.”
Raghav typed nothing. He just closed the browser, leaned back, and for the first time in a long time—smiled back. End.
Raghav didn’t move. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Mr. Bachchan’s paused face on the screen—that famous scowl—seemed to judge him. The film was about a retired archivist who leaks government secrets to expose corruption. The irony stung.
His phone buzzed. “Site’s getting heat. Delete everything.”