Vanya’s voice echoed through the mansion, her melodious chanting of Ambe Maa’s bhajan blending seamlessly with the rhythmic claps of the gathered family. The air was thick with devotion, but in the midst of it, a storm was brewing.
Samar made his way to Rivaan’s room, his steps heavy with purpose. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and quietly turned the lock behind him. The chants from downstairs continued, oblivious to the battle about to unfold. His fingers trembled as he reached into his coat and pulled out the ice dagger the very weapon that would seal Rivaan’s fate.
Downstairs, Vanya turned to Meera, concern knitting her brows. “Where is Baba?” she asked.
Meera frowned. “He was just here… I don’t know where he went.”
A strange unease settled in Vanya’s chest. Something didn
