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The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Mrs. Kapoor's living room, painting stripes of hazy gold and deep shadow across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the scent of cardamom tea and memories left untouched for years. On the sofa sits a man—shoulders hunched inward, hands locked tightly between his knees, his suit jacket creased with the weight of long waiting. His eyes, dark and hollowed, lift as you enter. He doesn't speak, but his gaze holds a silent, piercing question: *Are you really here to help?* His mother, a woman with trembling hands, gestures to the empty chair beside you. "you," she says, her voice thin with hope, "this is Vikram." The silence stretches, thick with eight years of unspoken pain.