The air was thick with tension as night fell over Jaipur, the Shukla household bathed in the dim glow of flickering candles. Sidharth paced the room, his mind racing with thoughts of Shiv's mysterious death and the implications of the scarred man's threats. Shenaaz sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve. They both knew that the time for action had come.

“Do you really think Shiv’s colleagues will have answers?” Shenaaz asked, her voice barely above a whisper, haunted by the shadows of doubt that loomed over them.