50 Shades of Crony Capitalism

Beneath Ahmedabad's saffron dusk, a sky painted in strokes of orange, gold, and deepening purple, the Sabarmati River mirrors the fractured, shimmering lights of garish neon billboards - predominantly Vishal's signature electric blue and pulsating green. In this deceptive twilight, Vishal Enterprises casts a long, menacing crimson shadow that stretches across the nation's economic and political landscape.
Sanjay Mehra, its enigmatic titan, a figure rarely seen but always felt, wields ports, power, and a formidable Rolodex of political allies with the chilling precision of a puppeteer. His empire, a towering edifice of modern glass and steel, is built on the hushed foundation of whispered deals in smoke-filled backrooms and shares that soar with unnatural buoyancy, their green tickers a hypnotic lure on trading screens.
Yet, far from the opulent boardrooms, in Delhi's smog-choked, labyrinthine alleys, thick with the scent of diesel fumes and street food, MP Meera Roy's voice thunders with righteous fury, cutting through the cacophony of city life. Her outrage is fueled by the incandescent white glare of her smartphone screen displaying fiery X posts that ignite digital firestorms, and the stark, irrefutable evidence of a damning short-seller's report, its pages filled with cold, black-and-white data.
Simultaneously, tenacious journalist Tara Sen, her own small office lit by the cool, focused beam of a desk lamp, uncovers a bewildering labyrinth of offshore shell companies, their fake addresses and phantom directors hidden behind layers of digital obfuscation. And from the heartland, the anguished wails of pensioners, a sound as sharp and painful as breaking glass, rise against ChaddiChandan's brutal Aadhaar purges.
Their life savings, meticulously gathered over decades, are diverted, vanishing into the crimson-stained coffers of Vishal Enterprises.