The sun rose over Mumbai, casting a warm glow through the hospital windows. Kiara stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the sterile white walls surrounding her. The events of the past few days flooded back—Kiansh, the eerie connection they shared, and the haunting presence that loomed over them. But today felt different; she sensed a shift in the air, a heaviness that made her heart race.
As she attempted to sit up, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts. "Take it easy, Kiara. You've been through a lot," said Akshara, her mother, who had been seated beside her, worry etched on her face. "I'm just so relieved you're awake."
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