Whispers of Blood and Ash
Prologue:
The city never truly sleeps.
Even in the dead of night, the streets hum with life—whispers slither through the darkened corridors, footsteps echo in abandoned alleyways, and the scent of wet earth mingles with the acrid burn of gunpowder. Somewhere beyond the flickering lanterns, a blade is drawn. Somewhere, a secret is swallowed whole.
Aditi stood at the threshold of her gilded prison, the mansion her father built on a foundation of blood and betrayal. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken truths, yet outside these walls, the world moved as if none of it mattered. The British played their dangerous game, drowning the land in ink-signed treaties and well-mannered cruelty, while the underworld carved its own rules in flesh and steel.
And somewhere between the two, she existed.
Bound by duty, shackled by expectation—until now.
Tonight, the rules would change.