Saanvi Kapoor One Nikita stepped into the lobby of the boutique hotel in Bangalore, heels tapping softly against the marble floor as the glass doors whispered shut behind her. The rain had stopped moments ago, leaving the air thick with petrichor and neon reflections from the street. She wore her silk blouse slightly unbuttoned, blazer casually draped over her arm, and a weekend bag slung over one shoulder. For once, she wasn’t checking into a five-star chain with her husband or clients. This was her idea, her plan—one night away from courtrooms, colleagues, and the quiet resentment that had begun…