The moon hung low over Jaipur, casting silvery shadows as Sidharth, Shenaaz, and their family followed Nisha through the narrow lanes of their neighborhood. The air was thick with tension, and each step echoed with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Sidharth’s heart raced; he was acutely aware of the danger that loomed, not just from the villagers, but from the unknown threats tied to his brother's death.

Nisha led them to a secluded courtyard, the place dimly lit by a flickering lantern. The atmosphere was charged as she turned to face them, her eyes darting nervously as if she expected to be watched.