For the next twenty-four hours, Amyra lived in a state of high-strung, suffocating anxiety. The silent black SUVs were a permanent fixture on her street. Men in dark suits patrolled the block, their presence a constant, chilling reminder of the invisible cage that had been built around her.

She couldn't run. The threat against Kabir and Meera was a steel chain wrapped around her heart. But she refused to crumble. The broken doll from Dehradun was gone. In her place was a mother, a lioness protecting her cub.