1 The lobby smelled of fresh orchids and expensive silence. Maya D’Souza pulled her oversized sunglasses lower over her nose, scanning the opulence of the Ocean View Grand, Mumbai’s most luxurious hotel. A chandelier hung like a frozen explosion of crystal above her, refracting shards of morning light across the marble floor. She hated places like this. Too clean, too cold, too rich. But today, she had no choice. “Reservation under Reema Sen,” she told the receptionist, her voice neutral. The name belonged to a woman who didn’t exist, created last night using a forged Aadhaar and a prepaid number.…
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Anshuman Gupta The early morning sun struggled to pierce through the dense clouds that hung low over Gulmarg’s snow-covered slopes. The ski resort, usually bustling with tourists craving the pristine beauty of Kashmir’s winter, lay eerily silent, draped under a cold, misty blanket. Only the crunch of footsteps echoed faintly across the frozen grounds — footsteps belonging to Major Rehan Kaul. Rehan’s breath came out in visible puffs as he made his way toward the small wooden cabin at the edge of the clearing. It was the last place anyone had seen his sister alive. Samiya Kaul, a fearless journalist…