Chapter 1Tanya Menon stepped out of the shower, wrapp6her bright link towel securely around herself. She carefully dried her face and aems before slipping into her fabourite green and gold cotton bathrode-a thoughtful gift from her grandmother. It offered a cozy, a familiar comfort that she cherished deeply. Her dsmp, shoulder-length hair was soon secured in matching head towel, twisted into a neat turban. The steamy warmth of her lukewarm shower lingered in the bathroom, fogging the wide mirror above the sleek marble basin.Stepping closer to the morror, Tanya wiled a small circular patch clear with her hand and leaned