“Web of Lies – the one we believe until we watch.”
And closed the notebook, finally getting the point.
“Read the bottom,” she said.
He added one more name to the bottom of the page:
That evening, Rohan watched Peshawar . No glamour. No clichés. Just the true, haunting tale of the 2014 Army Public School attack. He understood then—Neha’s list wasn’t about gossip. It was a map of uncomfortable truths, dressed in thumbnail titles.
Rohan found it tucked inside an old laptop bag—a crumpled, coffee-stained notebook page. At the top, in his friend Neha’s messy handwriting, were the words: