Amazing! Now, I realize why everyone loves Delhi. Oh Nisha Ji, did you look at the India gate? It's beautiful from far! , exclaimed Raftaar as his jeep stuck in the traffic. The yellow headlights of the participating vehicles, the glowing beetroot-colored lights of the police vans, and serial lights of the opposite choultry dominated the moon. Nisha was busy staring at her plain, flat and white nails as she massaged her middle finger with the thumb. She was sitting with her hands folded across and leaned back in her seat. He turned at her who remained silent and was lost