The night of 12 October 1990 in Khonmuha, Pulwama, should have been an ordinary one. Families were winding down, lamps glowing in courtyards, conversations dimming into sleep. But for the Razdan household, the night shattered into horror when masked men forced their way in. They came with intent, and there was no time for words. Pushker Nath Razdan, son of Tika Lal Razdan, was struck down and dragged outside, the panic in his family’s cries echoing through the village. His wife, only forty-three at the time, clutched at her children two young sons, twenty-three and twenty, and a sixteen-year-old daughter, powerless as terror unfolded in front of their eyes.