Prithvi Mukhopadhyay Chapter 1: The aircraft trembled slightly as it descended through dense rainclouds. From the tiny window, Armaan Roy caught fleeting glimpses of green — endless forests, swollen rivers, and distant ridgelines lost in mist. The runway came into view like a wet ribbon stretched across the wild earth. With a final lurch, the wheels kissed the ground, water spraying out in silver arcs beneath them. Armaan inhaled deeply, as if trying to drink in the unfamiliar air through the tiny vent. Even inside the cabin, he could smell the monsoon — wet earth, woodsmoke from distant fires, and…