“You think your father had a stroke? That was me. Amla juice every morning… mixed with oleander extract. Slow. Sweet. Just like honey.”

“You think you’re the only one who can film, Vicky?”

She invites Chandni for a “truce dinner.” She cooks her stepmother’s favorite dish— shahi tukda —and laces it with nothing but truth serum (a harmless herbal concoction). More importantly, she hides three 4K action cameras inside the chandelier, the flower vase, and her own necklace.

“You wanted the farm. You should have remembered—bees protect their queen.”

“You don’t belong here, beta. Delhi is your hive. Go back, or you’ll get stung.”