Satish Shah The Missing Blueprint The rain hit the windowpanes of the twelfth-floor conference room like a drummer gone mad. Below, Mumbai’s Friday traffic looked like molten steel trapped in a forge—bright, hot, and slow. Inside, the room was ice cold, despite the storm outside. Empty leather chairs faced a glass podium. Journalists muttered under their breath, their cameras idle, their pens dry. The event of the year was twenty minutes late. Where was Ayaan Mehta? At precisely 7:00 p.m., the launch of The Skyveil—India’s tallest and most audacious skyscraper—was supposed to begin. Designed by the reclusive architectural genius Ayaan…
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Anwesha Sen Chapter One: The Body in the Bay The Arabian Sea had always been Mumbai’s silent witness. It swallowed whispers, swallowed screams, and, sometimes, gave back what it could not digest. On that brittle winter morning, it gave back a body. A low fog hugged the coastline at Worli Sea Face, where joggers paused mid-stride, watching with pale faces as police tape flapped in the wind. The sky, still blushing with dawn, turned grim as sirens pierced the calm. ACP Bikash Patra stood silently, arms crossed, his face still as stone. A lean man in his late thirties with…