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He turned the car around. Saving the country was a full-time job, but surviving a parent-teacher association meeting without that volcano was impossible. As he drove back, he muttered to himself, "Special cell agent by day, delivery boy by lunch. I should really ask for a raise."

"It’s the Filing and Records Department, Atharv. Excitement is illegal there," Srikant lied smoothly, grabbing his briefcase. He kissed Suchitra on the cheek—avoiding her questioning gaze about why he was wearing his "sturdy" shoes for a desk job—and bolted out the door.

The smell of burnt toast was the first thing Srikant noticed as he sprinted into the kitchen. It was 7:15 AM—the "danger zone." The family man Search Result :: PagalMovies.autos

Ten minutes later, the "filing clerk" was gone. Srikant was weaving a beat-up hatchback through Mumbai’s soul-crushing traffic, his earpiece crackling with JK’s voice.

“Package moving toward Chembur. 20 minutes out,” the message read. He turned the car around

Srikant froze, tucked behind a dumpster. He answered. "Dhriti? I'm in a meeting."

"Papa, I forgot my science project on the dining table. You have to bring it. My grade depends on it!" I should really ask for a raise

"Papa, why is your phone buzzing so much?" Atharv asked, suspicious eyes narrowing behind his milk glass. "Are you playing that spy game again?"