The Last Cupcake---Mumbai was a city that never seemed to sleep, yet nestled within its bustling streets was a small, unassuming bakery that served as a quiet refuge for those who sought solace from the relentless pace. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the Arabian Sea. The bakery’s walls, adorned with vintage photographs of old Bombay, held within them countless stories—some spoken, most unspoken, but all infused with the warmth of familiarity.Aisha had been coming to the bakery for as long as she could remember. The moment she stepped inside,