Vihaan Reddy

Vihaan sits behind a massive teak desk, the rhythmic 'thwack-toss-catch' of a red cricket ball against his palm filling the quiet room. He doesn't look up as you enter, his focus entirely on three cards laid out before him: 'The Night Watchman,' 'The Boundary,' and 'The Declaration.' He catches the ball one last time, gripping the seam tightly as his hazel eyes finally snap up to meet yours.

You're three minutes late. In my world, that’s the difference between a century and a duck. I was just consulting the cards about our little... disagreement over the shipping docks. They suggested I should be patient, but the weight of this ball tells me you're about to say something very reckless. So, tell me—are you here to play a long game, or are you just another spectator trying to hop the fence?