Rohan stepped off the train and onto the platform at Jaipur's Railway Station. The warm sun enveloped him, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned train.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of spices and street food wafting through the station.

As he exited the station, Rohan's eyes scanned the vibrant surroundings. The sounds of honking Vehicles, chattering pedestrians, and vendors calling out their wares assaulted his senses.

Rohan settled into the taxi's worn seat, his mind still reeling from the case. "Take me to the nearest hotel," he instructed the driver.

The driver, a weathered Rajasthan native with a warm smile, nodded and expertly navigated the crowded streets. "Okay, sir. I know a good place to stay, just 2 km from here. You'll find it comfortable."

Rohan granted a curt "Okay," his thoughts consumed by finding Kishore and the looming court hearing. The driver attempted to break the silence. "My name is Manish. What's yours, sir?"

Rohan didn't respond, lost in thought.
Manish glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing Rohan's distant gaze. "Sir...sir," Manish called out, slightly louder.

Rohan snapped back to reality. "Yes, did we arrive?" Manish chuckled. "No, sir. I asked your name." Rohan apologized, "Sorry. I'm Rohan." Manish's curiosity persisted. "Where are you from, sir? Here for work?"

Rohan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Mumbai. Yes...I'm a businessman. Here for a deal." The lies rolled off his tongue effortlessly.

Manish nodded enthusiastically, launching into a stream of conversation about Jaipur's attractions and local customs. Rohan responded with monosyllabic affirmations "Okay, yes" his mind elsewhere.

As they drove through the vibrant streets, Rohan's thoughts lingered on Avani, wondering how she was handling the case's pressure. Manish continued to chat, pointing out landmarks and sharing anecdotes.

The taxi finally halted before a humble, two-story Rajasthani-style dwelling. "Rohan sir, we're here," Manish announced.

Rohan's gaze fell upon the house, confusion etched on his face. He scanned the surrounding area, expecting to see a hotel sign or a bustling tourist hub. Instead, he found himself amidst a quiet residential neighborhood.

"Uh, I think you're mistaken," Rohan said, his tone polite but firm. "I asked for a hotel." Manish's expression transformed into a warm, toothy grin. "Sir, this is my home, but also a homestay. You can stay here till your work is done. And the best part? You'll pay only half the amount you'd spend at a hotel."

Rohan's eyes widened in surprise. "What? You're serious?" Manish nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely, sir! My wife, Subarna, and I run this homestay. We'll make sure you feel at home."

Rohan stepped out of the taxi, his gaze roaming over the house. The warm sunlight danced across its earthy tones, exuding a cozy, welcoming ambiance. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh herbs wafted through the air, further enhancing the peaceful aura.

"The lower floor is our home, and the upper floor is the homestay. And since we don't have any other guests right now, the entire upper floor is yours to relax in."Manish said with a big smile on his face. Rohan nodded, while still looking around the house.

"Give me your luggage, sir," Manish offered, reaching for Rohan's bag. "I'll carry it for you."

Rohan hesitated, weighing his options. The prospect of saving money and experiencing local hospitality was enticing. "Show me the room," Rohan said finally.

Rohan handed over his luggage, watching as Manish effortlessly lifted it."Follow me, sir," Manish said, leading Rohan toward the house. "I'll show you to your room."

As they stepped inside, Rohan noticed the beautiful blend of traditional Rajasthani architecture and modern comforts. The interior was tastefully decorated with vibrant textiles, intricate woodwork, and lush plants.

Subarna, Manish's wife, emerged from inside, a warm smile on her face. "Namaste, sir. Welcome to our home." Rohan returned the greeting, feeling a sense of warmth and hospitality envelop him. "Please, sir, come upstairs," Manish said. "Your room is ready."

Manish beamed, leading Rohan into the house. The interior was cozy, with vibrant Rajasthani textiles and traditional artwork adorning the walls.

As Rohan followed Manish to his room, he noticed the simple yet elegant furnishings. The room had a comfortable bed, a small desk, and an attached bathroom. "This is...impressive," Rohan admitted.

Manish smiled. "We take pride in our homestay, sir. You'll feel like part of the family. I can aslo

Subarna appeared with a steaming cup of Tea and a plate of snacks. "Please, sir, refresh yourself." Rohan accepted, with a small smile.

Manish smiled warmly. "By the way, sir, I can also take you wherever you need to go. I know every corner of Jaipur, every hidden gem. You won't need to hassle with finding a new taxi every time."

Rohan's eyes lit up with appreciation. "That's incredibly kind of you, Manish. I'd really appreciate that."
Manish nodded. "It's no trouble at all, sir. I'll be happy to help. Just let me know where you need to go and when."

Manish beamed. "Anything you need, just call me. I'll be downstairs with Subarna ." With a final smile, Manish descended the stairs, leaving Rohan to settle in.

Rohan's thoughts turned to his investigation. Having Manish as a local guide and driver could prove invaluable.

As he settled in, Rohan realized that this unexpected detour might prove beneficial. He could gather his thoughts, focus on the case, and perhaps even glean local insights from Manish and Subarna. Rohan's thoughts turned to his investigation. Having Manish as a local guide and driver could prove invaluable.

---✧---

Manish descended the stairs, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. His wife,Subarna, looked up from the couch, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "Finally!" Manish exclaimed, walking towards her. "We have a guest!"

Subarna stood up, her expression mirroring Manish's enthusiasm. "Oh, thank goodness! It's been a while since we've had someone stay with us."

Manish's smile widened. "And what a catch! He's rich, Subarna. I can feel it. Serve him everything he asks for, and make sure he's comfortable. I put in a lot of effort to convince him to stay here."

Subarna's eyes sparkled with interest. "What's his name?" "Rohan," Manish replied. "He's from Mumbai, and he's a businessman. I think he'll be staying for a while. Plus, I offered to drive him around, so we'll earn extra from that too."

Subarna nodded, her smile growing. "That's wonderful! We can definitely use the extra income."

Manish chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "I knew this would be a good day. Let's make sure Rohan feels like royalty, so he recommends us to his friends."

Subarna playfully rolled her eyes. "You're always thinking about business, Manish." Manish winked. "Someone has to keep the homestay running, my love." As they shared a warm moment, the sound of Rohan's movements upstairs reminded them of their guest's presence.

---✧---

Rohan collapsed onto the plush couch near the balcony, feeling refreshed after his shower. Water droplets clung to his hair as he ruffled it with a towel. He picked up his phone and dialed Avani's number. Avani answered after a few rings. "Hello?"

"Hi Avani, I reached Jaipur," Rohan said, settling into the couch. He filled her in on the details Manish, the homestay, and his plans. (Am too lazy to write it all again).

Avani's voice softened. "Take some rest, Rohan. You must be exhausted from traveling." Rohan yawned, stretching out on the couch. "I will, Avani. How's the case progressing?"

Avani's frustration seeped through the line. "I submitted the fingerprint evidence, but that's all we have. And Siddharth Singhania's lawyer is Arun Kumar." Rohan's gaze drifted to the ceiling. "Arun Kumar? That guy's a problem. He'll stop at nothing to win. Be careful."

Avani's sigh echoed. "I know Rohan. You too." Rohan reassured, "I will Avani. Don't stress yourself out." Avani's tone softened. "Try to rest, okay?" "Will do. You too." Rohan smiled faintly. "Bye." Avani's response was barely audible. "I will...try...bye."

The line went dead. Rohan shook his head, placing his phone on his chest. He closed his eyes, letting the gentle breeze from the balcony lull him to sleep as he drifted off.

---✧---

Rohan's eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the darkness. He sat up on the couch, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The moon's soft glow, streaming through the open balcony door and windows, illuminated the room.

He stretched his arms and legs, working out the kinks from his prolonged nap. As he stood up, the lights from neighboring houses twinkled like stars, catching his attention.

Rohan flipped the light switch, bathing the room in warm radiance. His gaze fell upon his phone, still lying on the floor near the couch. He picked it up, checking the time. "8:30 pm!" he exclaimed, raking his hair with surprise. "I slept for hours."

Rohan headed to the bathroom to wash his face. The cool water invigorated him, chasing away the lingering fatigue.

He changed into a crisp, white shirt and dark jeans, dressing for a night out. As he stepped outside his room, he grabbed his phone and wallet.

The homestay's hallway was quiet, with only the soft hum of the TV drifting from downstairs. Rohan wondered if Manish and Subarna were still awake.

Rohan descended the stairs, his footsteps quiet on the wooden steps. Manish, engrossed in a cricket match on TV, didn't notice him at first.

"Excuse me," Rohan said, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Sorry to trouble you this late, but could you drive me somewhere?"

Manish stood up from the couch, his eyes still on the TV. "Of course, sir! Please wait a minute." He hurriedly turned off the TV and headed towards a room. Rohan heard muffled voices, followed by Manish's brief conversation with Subarna.

"Subarna, I'm going out with Rohan sir," Manish called out. A soft "Okay" drifted from the distance, accompanied by the clinking of dishes.

Manish re-emerged, wearing a crisp shirt and holding his car keys. "Ready when you are, sir." Rohan nodded, following Manish outside into the balmy night air.

The sky transformed into a canvas of deep blues and purples, speckled with stars like diamonds. The moon cast an ethereal glow. The neighborhood, bathed in vibrant colors from the streetlights and home decorations, pulsed with life.

Manish led Rohan to his car, parked in the driveway. He unlocked the door, gesturing for Rohan to get in.
"Where can I take you, sir?" Manish asked, starting the engine. As they pulled out of the driveway, Rohan leaned forward, sharing Kishore's address with Manish.

---✧---

They navigated Jaipur's winding streets, the chilly night air swirled around them. Rohan rolled down his window, letting the wind rustle his hair.

Outside, the city pulsed with vibrant energy. Vehicles honked, people chattered and laughed, and neon lights danced across building facades like colorful decorations.

Rohan breathed in the crisp air, feeling the wind's gentle caress on his face. The stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet sky.

Manish expertly navigated the crowded streets, his eyes darting between pedestrians, cyclists, and cars.

The car slowed, pulling up to the address. Rohan's heart quickened, anticipation building. Manish glanced at Rohan. "We're here, sir."

Rohan nodded, his gaze fixed on the one-story house transformed into a vibrant wedding venue. Laughter and chatter filled the air, children's giggles echoing through the crowd.

Women gathered in clusters, their animated conversations a familiar sight at Indian weddings. "Wait here, I'll be right back," Rohan said, exiting the car.

As he navigated through the throng, Rohan's eyes scanned the premises for Kishore. The house, though simple, was beautifully decorated with flowers and lights.

"Hello, can you please call Kishore?" Rohan asked a man overseeing the wedding arrangements.

The man turned, his expression friendly. "Kishore? Sorry, he's not here. He's at our relatives' house and will return tomorrow. Are you his friend? You look younger than his usual acquaintances."

Rohan nodded. "Yes, I'm his friend."
The man smiled. "I'm Kabir, Kishore's younger brother. Nice to meet you." Rohan shook Kabir's hand. "Nice to meet you too. I will come tomorrow then. When is the wedding?." Kabir nodded. "The wedding is day after tomorrow. You should come." Rohan smiled politely. "I'll try."

As they parted ways, Rohan walked back to the car, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. "Damnit," he muttered, getting into the car. "Let's go," he said to Manish.

The drive back was quiet, Rohan lost in thought. Upon returning to the homestay, Rohan stepped out of the car and headed upstairs. Subarna sat on the couch, watching TV. "Welcome back, sir," she said softly. Rohan smiled back."Good night." Goodnight, sir," Subarna replied.

Rohan entered his room, his thoughts consumed by Kishore's absence. He tossed his wallet onto the bedside table and collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion taking over. He pulled out his phone and texted Avani about Kishore's whereabouts.

After sending the message, Rohan placed his phone on the table and gazed up at the ceiling, lost in thought. As he drifted into a restless sleep, he felt a gentle wetness on his face. Disoriented, he slowly opened his eyes, only to squint from the sudden brightness.

As his vision adjusted, he noticed a soft, white blur beside him. Rohan's eyes widened in surprise as he realized a white dog lay next to him, its fur fluffed against his arm.

The dog's tail wagged lazily, its tongue licking Rohan's face. Startled, Rohan sat up with a jerk, inadvertently startling the dog.

The dog yelped, scrambling to its feet, its paws tangled in the sheets. Rohan's heart raced as he stared at the dog, unsure how it ended up in his bed.
The dog wagged its tail, its big brown eyes shining with innocence.

Rohan swiftly rose from the bed, still disoriented from the sudden wake-up call. The dog, jumped off the bed, its tail wagging excitedly.

A soft, voice drifted from outside the room. "Snowy?...Snowy?". Snowy yelped in response, racing towards the door.

A young woman appeared in the doorway, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "Here you are, Snowy! I was looking all over the house for you," she cooed, scooping up the dog.

Rohan's gaze locked onto the woman, his expression stern. "Get it out...quick." Nitika's eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned to Rohan. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there."

She extended her hand, her smile radiant. "Good morning, I'm Nitika. This homestay is my Papa's. What's your name?" Rohan's gaze dropped to her outstretched hand, his expression unyielding. "I didn't asked and your dog licked my face." Her bright smile faltered momentarily as she took in Rohan's disheveled state.

Nitika's smile faltered, her eyebrows rising in surprise. "Huh?" Rohan's irritation grew. "I said your dog licked my face. Please take it out of my room." Nitika's cheeks flushed lightly as she nodded. "Sorry again. I'll make sure Snowy doesn't bother you."She swiftly turned to leave, Snowy nestled in her arms. "Rude"she murmurs as they exited, Rohan's gaze lingered on Nitika's retreating figure.

Rohan locked his door and headed to the washroom to wash his face. After completing his morning routine, he emerged feeling refreshed.

He picked up his phone to check Avani's response. "Okay, check on him tomorrow."

Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence. Rohan placed his phone on the bed and opened the door to find Nitika standing with a tray. "Good morning again!" she said, her smile radiant. "I brought your breakfast."

Rohan eyed her warily. "Did you wash your hands after touching that dog?"
Nitika's expression turned puzzled. "Oh, yes, I did." Rohan nodded, slightly reassured.

Nitika placed the tray on the table. "Call me if you need anything, okay? Just call Nitika." Rohan murmured a small "okay, thanks" as he took the plate. Nitika lingered, her gaze expectant. "Earlier, I asked your name, but you ignored me. That's rude, you know." Rohan sighed. "Rohan."

Nitika smiled. "Okay, Rohan sir. I'll leave now. Call me if you need anything." As she turned to leave, she paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oops, Rohan sir, I think I forgot to wash my hands." With that, she swiftly exited, leaving Rohan choking on his bite. He rubbed his chest, gulping water from the table. "Idiot," he muttered.

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