Chapter 16: Where Futures Are Handed QuietlyMumbai woke up slowly that morning, as if aware that something important was about to be decided—not in boardrooms or headlines, but inside one woman’s heart.Suhani stood near the balcony of the Bandra apartment, watching the city stretch itself awake. The sea was calm, pretending it had no storms to offer today. She wrapped her dupatta around her shoulders, not because it was cold, but because she needed the familiarity of something that felt like home.Today was not about work.Today was about choice.Behind her, the apartment hummed softly—cutlery clinking, the kettle whistling faintly. Niddhi