AUTHOR'S POV:

The grand, ornate gates of the Agnivanshi mansion creaked open, admitting the sleek black car. Inside, Sanavika felt a strange sense of dissonance – the warmth of the car, the chill in her heart. Beside her, Avayukta was silent, his profile stern, his thoughts unreadable. As they stepped into the vast, marble-floored foyer, the heavy silence of the house seemed to press down on them.