The velvety Dubai night wrapped around the secluded bungalow as if guarding the secrets held within its opulent walls. Preeti paced the marbled hallway, files in hand, her mind a vortex of case strategies and unresolved questions. Each step she took was deliberate, echoing her mental restlessness: Was she overlooking a crucial piece of evidence? Could the solution be veiled in plain sight, much like the shimmering city itself?
Manav watched over Arya, their computer screens a stark contrast against the laughter-filled scenes of pretend play and storytelling. This was a new side to their existence—their roles inverted, with Preeti entrenched in her work and Manav balancing the scales of domestic life. Yet he couldn't shake off the sensation that they were ensnared in an invisible web, ever
