Chapter 4: Clashing Realities Present day: The Connaught Place Police Station was abuzz with its usual symphony of chaos: the shrill ring of telephones, the rhythmic clatter of typewriters, and the occasional shouting match over misplaced case files. Just as the morning energy threatened to settle into its predictable hum, the double doors burst open with a resounding bang. Inspector Arjun Rathore stormed in, his neatly pressed uniform slightly disheveled and his shoes clicking sharply against the tiled floor. His face was a mix of exhaustion and determination, the kind of look that said he’d slept about as much as