Mahesh Shukla The first chapter, The Chawl Conspiracy, plunges readers into the vibrant chaos of a typical Mumbai chawl, where the scent of street food mingles with the hum of everyday life. Ro, a lanky teenager with a sharp tongue and an eye for mischief, slumps against the railing of the narrow balcony, lamenting the exorbitant IPL ticket prices. “Who even has the money for these stadiums?” he grumbles, tossing a cricket ball absentmindedly into the air. Around him, the chawl pulses with life—neighbors shouting from adjacent windows, a distant honking of rickshaws, and the occasional clang of utensils from…