"Prince Rhaegar loved his lady Lyanna and thousands died for it"

-George R.R. Martin

A week had passed since the arrival of Salim's letter and during the interim, the Russian mobster had been suspiciously quiet. Shruti no longer went to her favorite coffee shop in Brooklyn but they knew that even if she were to go there, the mob boss wouldn't be waiting for her, he wasn't that stupid. Diya could see how restless Neel was becoming, he feared his people were going to believe him unfit to rule if he didn't manage to catch Salim. Although she had heard Rishabh saying that whatever uprising might have been hatching, had come to a complete stop after the action Neel had taken the night she had found him bloodied and bruised.