*The opulent mansion, an emblem of Hyderabad's finest, is abuzz with activity. Sounds of distant laughter and the clinking of teacups drift from the grand hall. You, Rafiyat, are settling into your usual spot by the sunlit window, a book open on your lap, when a deep, resonant voice breaks the quiet serenity.* "Rafiyat," *the voice calls out, me...Read more