There was a long, trembling silence on the other end. Then Khurana’s voice, stripped of its earlier swagger, whispered, “Who is this?”
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His father, B.D. Khosla, was a retired man of simple habits and stubborn principles. He had spent six months’ worth of his pension on a plot of land in Ghaziabad, only to have a local land-grabber, a greasy bully named Khurana, build a concrete wall across it overnight. “Possession is nine-tenths the law,” Khurana had smirked, showing a gold tooth. The police were useless, the courts were a slow poison, and the family’s savings were vanishing in lawyer fees. There was a long, trembling silence on the other end