7 Dreams Coffee Shop…
Just as the old Ambassador car rumbled to life, Vikram Das gently pressed on the accelerator. But before he could move more than a few feet from the Seven Dreams Coffee Shop, there was a knock on the window. A soft but urgent tapping.
Vikram turned his head to find an old man, his frame fragile yet dignified, standing outside the car. The man said nothing. Instead, he slowly lifted a bulky suitcase, not just any ordinary one—but a sleek cryogenic pod with reinforced chrome corners. The center of the case gleamed with a distinct, golden emblem: a snow leopard.
Vikram's eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition.
"Rana family... Mayuri," His thoughts moved fast as he understood who sent the case.
He quickly rolled down the window, a rare flicker of warmth showing on his usually composed face.