The morning after the Chautha, Rawat and his lackey showed up again. Led inside by Ammaji, they stood looking around the living room, restored to its original setting. The sofas, the paintings, the book cases were back to where they belonged. Sameer walked in, dressed in his office attire a charcoal grey suit, white shirt and a light blue tie with a pattern of tiny golf clubs - irked at their unwelcome intrusion and yet a little apprehensive. "Morning Rawat sahib. What can I do for ...