Vishakha stepped out of the helicopter and onto the Taj helipad, her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her anger palpable. Her goggles couldn't hide the storm brewing within her. Lisa's voice cut through the tension, "Vish, you should get changed, the ceremony will start soon."

But Vishakha was already moving, her long strides devouring the distance to the parking lot. "I'll get ready later, I need to make a call," she said over her shoulder, not bothering to wait for Lisa's response.