The Dehradun estate, usually a beacon of luxury and celebration, felt like a sprawling, ornate prison. The vibrant marigolds hung limp, their bright colors mocking the heavy, suffocating silence that had settled over the Raichand family following Aman’s arrest.

It was 2:00 AM. The crisp mountain air outside had turned into a biting chill, seeping through the thick glass windows of the heritage resort.