Nikhil Sharma Chapter 1: The Will The road to Pinehar was unforgiving — serpentine turns through mist-covered hills, pockmarked with stones that had tumbled down long-forgotten landslides. The air thinned as the taxi climbed higher, and the pine trees grew taller, standing like silent watchers over the hillside. Riya Sharma leaned against the window, earbuds in, music off, listening only to the rumble of the tires and the occasional hiss of brakes struggling against gravity. She hadn’t been here in twenty years. Not since that summer when her mother had brought her here to meet Uncle Mahesh — a wiry…