*Chapter 12 – The Shape of WaitingMorning arrived quietly, as if the night had asked it to tread softly.Suhani woke with a heaviness behind her eyes, the kind that followed tears rather than sleep. For a few seconds, she lay still, disoriented—unsure of where she was or why her chest felt tight. Then the previous evening returned in fragments: the café, the rigid smile, the word *structure*, the fear that had followed her home like a shadow.She turned on her side and stared at the pale wall of the guest room in Niddhi’s apartment. Mumbai light filtered in gently, kinder