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Chapter 8 – When the Door OpenedTwo days passed quietly in Mumbai.Not empty—just gentle.Suhani settled into a rhythm she hadn’t expected to find so soon. Mornings began with the sound of distant traffic softened by palm trees, sunlight filtering through wide windows, and Niddhi’s habitual humming as she moved through the kitchen. The apartment breathed calm despite the city outside—an intentional pause in Mumbai’s relentless pace.Suhani liked that.She spent her days learning routes, understanding the city’s temperament, preparing mentally for work that would begin soon. Evenings were simple—tea by the balcony, conversations that wandered without destination, laughter that didn’t ask