—Imperial Palace, Agra—
'What are you making me do, Amrit?' Gulmohar Begum asked herself nervously, her heart beating loudly against her chest. Still debating whether she should do it. She wrapped herself in a black shawl to hide her face, removed all her jewellery to prevent its clattering and walked outside her room in the Dark of the night.
She reached the huge high ceiling room of documents and files and thankfully it was not locked. There was no need for it. It simply contained dusty documents and files. She kept walking through the wooden racks until the end. There she stopped at one of the wooden racks at the end and read a carving sign that said, 'vardaat' (incidents/crimes). She ran her fingers through the words for classification on each step of the rack and kept reading… murd
