Thousands of miles away from Mumbai, Yashraj Singh, who was about to open the backseat's door of his special bulletproof military vehicle, halted midway when a breeze blew past him and he heard someone calling to him,
"Dadaa..."
"Myra..." Yashraj Singh mumbled subconsciously and turned his head to look on his left and right.
When he realized there was no one else other than his driver and his orderly officers, he blinked in confusion.
Were his ears buzzing? Was he hallucinating a while ago? Why did he feel like his daughter called him?
Yashraj Singh shook off the thoughts and opened the backseat's door to get in. His driver closed the door after he got in and walked around the jeep to get in the driver's seat.
His orderly standing outside got in the jeep as well and sat in the front passenger seat. The other jeeps standing behind and in front of his vehicle started too.