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"Justice is blind. But memory... memory sees everything."
Ten years ago, a promise was broken at Terminal 3.
Twelve hours of waiting.
One empty seat on a flight to London.
And a heart left behind in the cold fluorescent glow of an airport gate.
Now, they stand on opposite sides of the most dangerous courtroom in the country.
Across the aisle, the air is thick with "bad blood" and unspoken "what-ifs."
She's there to win the case.
He's there to survive her gaze.
In a room where every word is a weapon and every look is a lie, can truth survive the cross-examination?
"You sat on a throne built from my silence, Advait. Now, watch me burn it down."