BOND BEYOND BLOOD
The night sky over Lucknow shimmered with stars, and the city pulsed with devotion. It was Maha Shivratri, and the sound of temple bells echoed through the narrow lanes. Amid the chants, the flickering lamps, and the fragrance of incense, there was a quiet corner of the city untouched by celebration — the gates of Noor Sadan, an old orphanage nestled between moss-covered walls and memories. Inside, a girl named Meher, all of ten years old, stood by the entrance, watching the world celebrate. She had lived here for as long as she could remember. A child with no past, no photograph, no surname. But she had something more powerful — strength in her silence, and kindness in her eyes. That night, as the city danced in devotion, something else arrived at Noor Sadan. A car had crashed on the highway outside Lucknow. The only survivor… was a newborn baby boy. His parents — lost to the accident — were from a different land, a different faith, a different language altogether. No one ...