The rain in Mumbai didn't wash away the heat; it only made the air thick enough to chew. Inside a cramped apartment in Andheri, seventeen-year-old Arjun sat cross-legged on his bed, his thumbs hovering over the cracked screen of his smartphone. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, a rhythmic chuk-chuk that matched the pounding of his heart.
"Come on, come on," Arjun whispered.
"Wait," Arjun said, squinting at the screen. The rain in Mumbai didn't wash away the