Chapter 1

Sun, 08 Feb 2026 17:17:57 +0000

Back in his army quarters, Siddharth laid on his back with his arms behind his head. The wound on his head throbbed, but it was the least of his concerns. He stared blankly at the fan that creaked softly. To others, it looked like he was resting, but storms raged in his mind. A near empty bottle of mineral water stood defiantly on the table, accompanied by a single cup of masala tea, long forgotten and cold. The only sound in the room was the faint rattle of the ceiling fan and the cooing of the pigeons that sat on the window sill.