Sahir Kaul Chapter 1 The night air in Surat carried the faint scent of the Tapi River and the metallic hum of industry, but inside the towering facade of the Shree Omkar Luxury Vault, silence reigned. The building’s polished marble lobby gleamed under low security lighting, the air-conditioned chill a stark contrast to the humid streets outside. At 11:48 p.m., a black SUV glided into the underground parking bay, its windows tinted beyond regulation. Three figures emerged, faces hidden behind sleek, black half-masks, their movements precise and unhurried. They passed through the biometric scanner using codes that should have been…