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The fluorescent lights of Mumbai airport hadn't felt so harsh earlier, so exposing. Nandini stood frozen, her fingers still clutching the handle of her suitcase, the same one she'd packed with such care while fighting with her dear husband just days ago, filled with sundresses and hope. Now it felt like it belonged to someone else's life. Someone who didn't watch their husband get handcuffed in front of a hundred strangers. The sudden interest of strangers who had begun to recognize him. Cameras came out. Whispers spread like wildfire.