The jeep kept driving forward. I was staring out of the window. Soon, we reached the airport. The next day, we were back to my home turf that is… Mumbai.
…
My assistants and I were travelling in a taxi. The roads were overloaded with vehicles under constant traffic jams. That was how Mumbai was all the time. I sat beside the driver while my men sat on the back clumsily. I told them, "Take a day off, you two. We came here after so long!!"
Ram asked, "What about your survival documentary? You must have recorded a lot of events while adventuring in that vast Amazon, right?!"
I said, "It's all in the luggage. We'll see about that tomorrow. For now, just go date some girls or party in pubs. I want to stay alone!"
Sam requested, "Please allow us to assist you, sir!"
[Generally, these two never tend to listen to me due to their stubbornness. But now that I've got a frightening aura, I must be hard on them.]