PROLOGUE

Thu, 22 Jan 2026 19:05:43 +0000

The house was quiet, and the wind could be heard hustling. The curtains moved slowly, yet in rhythm with the wind, as if they knew how to sway with their partner—as if they were in love with it. But not everything in the house was so peaceful. Some things were shattering quietly yet fiercely, and that was going to begin the story of suffering and pain, yet love and healing, in many lives. It would break and build empires, and it would definitely shatter the tolerance level of any normal human who had ever lived along the streets of Mumbai.