PART 1: The Night It All BeganAarushi had always believed life was supposed to be predictable. She liked routines, timetables, and things happening exactly the way she expected. She woke up every morning at 6:30, made her tea exactly the same way—two spoons of sugar, one spoon of tea leaves—and walked to her office bus stop by 8:15.Life felt like a straight railway track, always going forward but rarely turning.But on that Thursday evening, the track curved.It curved quietly, unexpectedly, and beautifully.The sky was a shifting watercolor of dark clouds and fading gold. The wind smelled like the promise of