Punit Verma Chapter 1: The Scent of Silence The train to Jaipur had arrived late, and by the time Naina Kapoor reached the haveli, the sun had already begun its descent behind the sand-kissed domes. Her taxi curved through the narrow lanes of the old city, honking past cows, scooters, and spice-laden carts, before halting before a tall wrought-iron gate. Beyond it stood Rathore Haveli — ancient, quiet, and steeped in the kind of forgotten grace that makes you instinctively lower your voice. The caretaker opened the gate with a creak, and she stepped into a world of fading frescoes,…