Sangeeta Chatterjee The aroma hit her first. Smoky, layered with saffron and ghee, laced with secrets. Inspector Ayesha Roy paused at the corner of Park Circus Lane No. 7, letting the scent guide her like a bloodhound. It wasn’t the first time food had been her clue. At thirty-four, she was the most unorthodox officer at the Taltala Police Station. She wore her kurtas crisp, her mind sharper, and her tongue sharpest of all. Her colleagues called her “The Knife with Kohl Eyes.” She didn’t mind. Some truths needed carving out. This morning, she wasn’t following a criminal. She was…