Chapter 4: The Name Before the FaceDelhi announced opportunity the way it announced everything else—loudly, relentlessly, without pause.Billboards promised futures. Offices promised stability. People promised certainty they themselves were still searching for.Suhani Singh sat at the small study table in her childhood room, laptop open, window half ajar. The sounds of the city filtered in—vendors calling out, distant traffic, a temple bell ringing somewhere far yet familiar. On the wall above her desk hung a simple framed image of Lord Shiva, eyes closed in eternal stillness.She looked at it often these days.Not to ask for miracles.Only for steadiness.Her fingers hovered