Cutting through the terrifying silence of the night, Shaurya Singhania's heavy, impenetrable car came to a halt at the corner of Tara Mishra's narrow, old lane. All the neighborhood dogs started barking at the sight of that big black car.

Tara let out a long sigh of relief and slung her old bag over her shoulder. "Ah!" A tired sound escaped Tara's lips as she opened the heavy car door. She turned and looked into Shaurya's fierce but calm eyes.