Bauji (70), whose real name is Paramjeet Singh, has driven his green-and-yellow auto-rickshaw, "Shaktimaan," for 45 years. The auto is a relic—no GPS, no electric hum, just a roaring, smoke-belching engine that he tunes with a wrench and a prayer. His neighborhood, "Purani Dilli-2," is a labyrinth of unauthorized colonies slated for "beautification."

The trio breaks into the archive. The robotic dog is easily tricked with a stale jalebi. Inside, among millions of digitized and decaying paper records, Choti’s coding skills meet Bauji’s old-world instincts. He doesn't look for a map; he looks for a smell —the scent of mustard oil and old ink, he says.

Bauji’s first ally is (a corrupt, overweight local politician who has sold out his own community thrice over). Tijori is having a crisis: his AI health monitor just predicted he will die of loneliness in 11 days because no one, not even his paid friends, will attend his funeral. Desperate for a legacy, he agrees to help Bauji, provided he gets a "photo op" finding the map.