Neha Dikshit Chapter 1: The Loudest Goodbye Mumbai never sleeps. Even at 3 a.m., the city sounds like it’s holding its breath before exhaling into chaos. The honking doesn’t stop, nor do the distant wails of ambulances or the occasional hum of trains cutting across the sleeping city like whispers through a crowded dream. Rajeev Menon sat on the edge of his bed in his 14th-floor apartment in Andheri, hands clenched tightly, heart pounding louder than any city noise. It had been three months since Anika died, but her absence still screamed louder than anything he could record. Rajeev was…