They stopped at a roadside dhaba an hour outside Delhi. The kind of place that looked like it'd fall apart if someone sneezed too hard. A hand-painted sign drooped over a bamboo awning. Steel benches wobbled. Flies buzzed in lazy loops around a chipped kulhad rack. A sleepy man in a banyan scratched his stomach and waved them in with a ladle.
Veer looked personally offended.
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