Yash's POV

As I stared at the woman's photo in Arvind Sehgal's room, something clicked-an unexpected, powerful realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Her face, her eyes, it all fell into place, but it wasn't in the context of any business deal or a recent encounter. No. This was from much earlier. I had seen her before, long ago. The memories flooded in. It was in my mother's old album, tucked away in the corner of our house.