Prologue: When hearts remember

Sat, 01 Nov 2025 13:30:32 +0000

The rain had softened to a drizzle by the time Sarthak Rathore stepped out of the café in Udaipur, his cane tapping lightly against the old cobblestones. The years had bowed his shoulders, silvered his hair, but there was a kind of quiet pride in the way he still walked — like a man who had once wrestled life and won, and was now content to let it flow by.