By the time she reaches her room — a small rented flat on the third floor of an old building — the sun is already high. She closes the door behind her and lets herself fall into the bed, not bothering to remove her sandals. The fan creaks above her, slow and tired, like her. Her phone vibrates on the table. Another message. Another booking. She doesn’t open it. https://chandigarh.tottaax.com/