Turning to the kiosk's owner once more, Mohan asked, "Who owns the land behind this kiosk?"
The kiosk's owner replied with a hint of trepidation, "It's government property, sir."
Mohan exchanged a knowing look with Ramesh.
…
In the dimly lit urban landscape, a multitude of police officers patrolled with their trusted canine companions, the powerful dogs held firmly by their handlers' side.
The officers meticulously scanned every inch of the government premises, their diligent search guided by the piercing beam of their flashlights, while the only sound that filled the air was the occasional, reassuring bark of the vigilant police dogs.
...
On the bustling street, two figures, Ramesh and Mohan, strode purposefully.
Mohan's voice carried a hint of frustration as he muttered to himself, "Kg technology bus stop," and abruptly halted his footsteps.
