Rohan’s task: solve seven riddles hidden across the Pink City, each leading to a piece of a blueprint. The final prize? A week at the NASA Space Camp—his dream. But failure? Public shame during the school’s “Holiday Homework Heroes” assembly.

He tucked the brass key into his pocket. “Especially the homework part.”

And somewhere in Jaipur, a lost blueprint began to breathe again.

“I’m doomed,” Rohan whispered, holding the first riddle: “Where the wind watches without eyes, and honey flows without bees—find the first key beneath the fifth arch.” Meera grabbed his hand. “Hawa Mahal. Let’s go.”

“Even the homework part?” she asked.

The sun had barely risen over Jaipur, but ten-year-old Rohan was already wide awake. Not from excitement—from dread. On his desk lay the dreaded green folder: .

The final riddle led them to the basement of an old stepwell. There, in a rusted iron box, lay a rolled parchment: The Blueprint of Jaipur’s Lost Water Harvesting System .