Chapter 1: The City of Dreams  Mumbai—the city that never sleeps. Tall buildings stretched toward the sky, their glass facades reflecting the blazing sun, while crowded streets below carried an endless tide of people, buses, and rickshaws. The smell of street food mixed with the salty breeze of the Arabian Sea, and life moved fast, never pausing for anyone. Here, dreams were born every day, yet so were struggles. Every corner of the city told a story — some of hope, some of heartbreak, and all of relentless energy.  Niyati sat on a worn wooden bench in a small garden