Westfield London hummed with the restless energy of December 26, 2025. The post-Christmas sales had drawn crowds from every corner of the city. Families dragged oversized bags from designer outlets, couples shared hot chocolates under strings of golden lights, and the air carried a festive mix of cinnamon, roasted nuts, and expensive cologne. The marble floors reflected the sparkle of holiday decorations overhead, turning the entire mall into a glittering labyrinth.
Amber Singh Rathore walked through it all with a lightness she had rarely felt. This outing had taken weeks of careful negotiation with her parents back in Jaipur. A simple shopping trip with two classmates from St. Catherine’s Academy. Nothing extravagant. Nothing risky. Just a few hours of normalcy in a life that had never truly been normal.
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