Niyati Sharma Chapter 1: The rain was relentless as the ferry docked at Mandwa jetty. Ishita Karve stepped onto the slick platform, her umbrella barely holding against the salty wind. Beside her, Aaditya Deshmukh stood with quiet pride, his suitcase in one hand and a folded umbrella in the other. The car that awaited them—a vintage black Ambassador driven by an old man with sun-wrinkled skin and sharp eyes—was to take them to their new home: Villa Rosa, the Deshmukh ancestral property gifted to them as a wedding present. Ishita had only seen photos of it—a white Portuguese-style house with…
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Anjali Rao Chapter 1 It was nearly dusk when Esha Karekar received the call. She had been cataloguing Maratha-era letters at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya archives when her phone vibrated on the table. The number was unfamiliar, but the location read “Ratnagiri.” Something in her gut tightened. “Miss Karekar?” came the voice, low and formal. “This is Advocate Uday Keni, calling on behalf of the Ratnagiri District Court. I regret to inform you that your grandmother, Vasundhara Karekar, passed away three days ago.” Esha sat back in her chair. For a moment, all she heard was the faint…