
The commotion hit Ishani like a wave the moment she reached the bottom of the staircase.
Through the wide glass doors of the main entrance, she saw them—a furious mob of women, at least twenty strong, gathered on the manicured driveway of Rawat Residency. Placards bobbed in their hands, black ink bottles glinted in the morning sun, and their voices rose in furious unison:







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