Anwesha Sen Chapter One: The Body in the Bay The Arabian Sea had always been Mumbai’s silent witness. It swallowed whispers, swallowed screams, and, sometimes, gave back what it could not digest. On that brittle winter morning, it gave back a body. A low fog hugged the coastline at Worli Sea Face, where joggers paused mid-stride, watching with pale faces as police tape flapped in the wind. The sky, still blushing with dawn, turned grim as sirens pierced the calm. ACP Bikash Patra stood silently, arms crossed, his face still as stone. A lean man in his late thirties with…