YEAR 2001,At the Singh estate, Dhanraj sat on the sofa, his head buried in his hands, overwhelmed by the weight of his grief. It had been a year since his wife's passing, and the pain still felt like an open wound. As he sat there, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and he looked up to see his younger brother, Amrit, standing beside him."Bhaiya, Jyotsna and I want to talk to you," Amrit said, his voice soft and concerned. Dhanraj leaned back into the sofa, his eyes questioning. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with a