
March 4, 2026 – Monday night 10:58 p.m.
The PG had gone quiet. The boys were either crashed after dinner or pretending to study with earphones in. Downstairs the main gate had been bolted at 10:30 sharp — Mr. Kapoor’s rule. Up on the terrace, the Delhi night was thick: humid March air, distant traffic hum from Outer Ring Road, the occasional dog barking two lanes over.















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