Aria Roy 1 The bus groaned and wheezed as it rounded the final bend, the narrow coastal road lined with swaying coconut palms on one side and the endless expanse of the Arabian Sea on the other. The salty wind carried with it the smell of the ocean, tinged faintly with fish, wet sand, and the sweet scent of mangoes ripening in the heat. Ananya Deshmukh stared out of the dust-streaked window, her heart pounding with anticipation and dread. She had left Dariya Nagar ten years ago with a suitcase full of dreams and promises of never looking back. But…