The journey back was quiet, just the hum of the jeep’s engine. Reshmi suddenly leaned forward from the passenger seat and gestured toward the fields ahead. “Stop near the workers, Karikalan. I need to discuss something with them.”

Karikalan nodded in response and slowed the jeep before pulling over. Without another word, Reshmi stepped out, adjusting the pallu of her saree as she walked toward the group of men working in the distance.