Morning arrived, but it didn’t feel like a new beginning.The Rane mansion stood under a pale sky, the kind that carried no warmth, only a strange stillness. The events of the previous night had left everyone unsettled, even though no one openly spoke about it. The silence in the house felt heavier than words—like something unseen was sitting between them, listening.In the courtyard, anxious whispers floated among the gathered villagers. The search for Aniruddha’s son had gone on all night, torches flickering against the darkness, voices calling his name into the empty hills. Fear had slowly crept into every corner