Industrial photography can take you to factories, furnaces, forests, and sometimes… straight into the jaws of madness. And this story? This one is served piping hot with fear, fun, and full Hyderabadi attitude. It began like any other assignment—me and my assistant sitting in the rear seat of a faithful old **Ambassador**, a car so legendary it should’ve had its own Aadhaar card. The roads were silent, the breeze was cool, and we were busy discussing important things in life: • Whether the chai at the next dhaba will have proper “adhrak ka kick.” • Why wide-angle lenses behave like moody girlfriends. • And whether advertising agencies secretly enjoy torturing photographers. All was well… until the trees began to thicken like the plot of a thriller movie. Welcome to the ** Midnight Jungle Route **—no streetlights, no humans, no hope. Only darkness, crickets, mysterious howls, and us. And then the heavens opened. Not a drizzle. Not rain. No. This was ** Baarish: The Revenge **. She...