Her eyes shone seeing the sight. She went to the bar to check if there is anyone outside. She stayed near the bike for a while and observed. “You go inside and distract the shop owner for a while.” She returned to him and said, handing him three notes of INR 100. Shyam limped in the bar and went to the counter. “One bottle.” He said. “Which one?” “Whichever you like.” The shop owner took him as tipsy and went to showcase then Shyam heard the faint sound of a click, telling him she had broken the steering lock of a bike. The