Rajat Vardhan 1 The banquet hall of the Trident Hyderabad buzzed with soft conversations and clinking glasses as some of India’s top defense scientists gathered to celebrate an internal milestone — Phase 2 clearance of Project Vajra. Among the crowd, Dr. Ranjan Mehta, lead propulsion scientist, raised his glass without much enthusiasm. His eyes drifted often toward the large digital clock above the dais, almost as though he were waiting for something. It was just past 9:30 p.m. when he excused himself from a conversation, stepped outside for some fresh air, and collapsed near the rose garden, clutching his chest.…
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Kalyan Mukherjee One The rain had turned Hatibagan into a mosaic of puddles and reflections. Rickshaws creaked over slick tram tracks, and yellow taxis honked in frustration as they weaved between vegetable carts and slow-moving pedestrians. Amrita Dutta stood before the rusting iron gate of her grandfather’s house, staring up at the dark, crumbling façade as though it might swallow her whole. It had been over a decade since she’d stepped foot in this neighborhood, and yet the smell of damp paper, incense, and frying telebhaja felt too familiar. She entered cautiously, key in hand, pushing open the heavy door…