It was three in the morning, Katha slowed the Bullet. They were close to Prem’s palace now. The bullet's engine was naturally loud so she eased the throttle carefully, letting the machine glide forward instead of roar. She stopped back the large rear gate of the palace and didn’t take the Bullet inside. Prem stepped off without a word and began walking toward the main get that led to the main garden entrance. Halfway there, he turned back.

Katha was still seated on the bullet, her head slightly bowed, fingers moving across her phone screen. He watched her for a brief second, as if expecting her to look up. She didn’t. So he turned again and continued inside.