Rohan Ahuja Chapter 1 – The Desert of Light The year was 2150, and the Thar Desert no longer resembled the barren expanse it had once been. Instead of endless dunes stretching into emptiness, the horizon was now filled with colossal spires of glass and steel that glowed with the fire of captured sunlight. These towers, some rising taller than the skyscrapers of Mumbai and Dubai combined, shimmered with a brilliance that made the desert itself look aflame. At dawn, when the sun broke across the horizon, the towers lit up in sequence, each one reflecting and amplifying light until…
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Nisha Bhatt 1 The heat hit Meera the moment she stepped out of the small taxi, a dry, almost physical force that wrapped around her like an unwelcome embrace. The sun above Jaisalmer was merciless, turning the very air into a wavering haze. Yet, through the shimmer, she saw it—the great fort, its honey-gold sandstone walls rising above the old city, glowing like a mirage against the pale blue sky. The streets leading up to it were a winding tangle of ochre walls, brightly painted doorways, and the occasional splash of bougainvillea spilling over balconies. Cows wandered lazily in the…