Neelam Rajsi Kenith Tejaswini 20 March Mega Ful... -

"What celebration?" Tejaswini asked, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

Neelam had organized the reunion. They hadn't all been in the same room since college, five years ago. Neelam, now a sharp-edged corporate lawyer, adjusted her glasses. "So. Who’s going to start?"

Tejaswini, the quiet one who had become a surprisingly successful game developer, smiled into her cold coffee. "No. Something stranger." Neelam Rajsi Kenith Tejaswini 20 March Mega Ful...

The clock struck 9:00.

It was the 20th of March, and the small café in Bandra, "Mega Ful," was buzzing with an energy that Neelam, Rajsi, Kenith, and Tejaswini had never quite felt before. The name "Mega Ful" — a quirky, misspelled take on "Mega Full" — felt oddly prophetic tonight. "What celebration

Rajsi, ever the artist with paint-stained fingers, pushed a cup of chai aside. "You called us here, Neelam. You start."

A sudden gust blew the café doors open. The lights flickered. The barista wasn’t at the counter anymore. Neither were the other customers. Neelam, now a sharp-edged corporate lawyer, adjusted her

Tejaswini grabbed the photo and ripped it in half. The manager flickered like a bad signal.