Rohit leaned forward from the front seat. "Stop here."
The car slowed and pulled over along a quiet, almost deserted lane. A few shuttered shops lined the road, and ahead stood a faded store that looked neglected but still functional.
Akansha peered through the windshield, her brows furrowed. "Here…?"
Rohit didn't reply. He scanned the rundown building — peeling paint, cracked walls, and a faded board that read: Aadhaar Enrollment Center. There was no crowd, just a few pedestrians walking past or minding their business near the handful of open stores.
Akansha turned to him, arms folded. "You've got to be kidding me. You want to enroll for an Aadhaar card right now?"
Rohit ignored her comment and double-checked the address on his phone, then glanced at the number painted near the entrance. Perfect match.
Akansha scanned the place again. "This looks abandoned."
"The door is still open," he said flatly.
