Preeti adjusted the fabric of her suit, a blend of professional sharpness and the softness necessary for the meeting ahead. The lobby of the Almas Tower was expansive and echoed with the soft tinkle of a piano somewhere in the distance. She was about to meet the parents of the deceased student, a couple known for their business acumen and deep roots in the Dubai Indian community.
As she was ushered into a private meeting room overlooking the city, Preeti took a moment to collect her thoughts. The case file she had studied was heavy with unanswered questions and hushed pleas for justice. A young life had been snuffed out, and the grief that followed was a language she understood, even if she often spoke in the dialect of law.
Mr. and Mrs. Khatri rose as she entered. Their attire was immac
