Iqbaal blew the smoke off the cigar in thin air, standing behind Dhruv who looked engrossed in his unfathomable thoughts.
"Dhruv?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't understand, why did you take such a decision of choosing a person for the leadership of the cartel? Isn't it supposed to be decided by them? Why do we get involved unnecessarily? We are already leaving everything there. What do you get in return, anyway?"
Dhruv clicked his lighter on and lighted the fresh cigarette he was holding, giving into the smoke that spread all over the floor-ceiling glass window.
"Patience, Iqbaal. I am doing things for a reason and they are too difficult to comprehend right now. So, just trust my judgments and do as I say.."
"Okay. But one thing is still disturbing me."
"I know…"
