How had Vansh never wondered how homelessness actually worked? “Okay, well, I’m going to check you into a hotel tonight. We will figure this out in the morning.” Pulling out his phone, Vansh started looking for availability at hotels in the area.

Hari’s hands started shaking. “That’s very kind of you, but they won’t let me stay in a hotel.”

God, he was afraid to ask. “Why?”

“Because they need ID.”

“You don’t have a driver’s license?”

“My backpack was stolen. My passport, my wallet, everything was in there.”

Of course the man hadn’t reported it.

How had Vansh never wondered how crime worked for the homeless? Did the cops cover the people who lived on the streets? Who protected them?

Vansh had so much to learn, but first he needed to figure out how to help Hari. Then he’d think about what all of this would mean to Yash if a journalist got their hands on this information.

No matter what, he could not let this poor man—who had made it possible for his brother to win the election—go back to living on the street. It was time to clean up the mess that was Hari’s life. Good thing Vansh was good at cleaning up messes. Good thing he was ready for a new project.

Chapter Four

Naina could not believe the brat was ignoring her phone calls. Sometimes she just hated the Rajes. Why the hell was she still stuck with them?

Because whether you like it or not, they are the only real family you’ve ever had.

Well, good thing she was used to living without family.

She still couldn’t believe that bastard Mehta had offered up her funding to Vansh as though it were Halloween candy and Vansh and she were third graders, with Jignesh a teacher giving them lessons in how to share.

Naina’s team in Nepal was already neck-deep in purchasing the land on which they would be building the clinics. The clinics were going to train local women to be midwives and employ doctors to provide prenatal and postnatal care. Right now the maternal mortality rate was nearly two hundred deaths per hundred thousand live births. Seventy-five percent of the deaths were avoidable by increasing accessibility to medical care. It was already too late to pull back on the number of clinics they had committed to.

They intended to use the Mehta endowment only to build. The maintenance and the running were going to be self-sustaining and paid for by the community and gramin banks. Naina had been working on the details of the microfinancing plan with the community leaders for the past six months. Everything was already in motion.