Rajput Mansion…
Inside Maya's Room –
The soft orange glow from the enchanted lanterns flickered gently, casting warm shadows across the room. The air was calm, yet a silent intensity lingered as Vikram Das sat across from Maya, a parchment rolled open beside him, filled with handwritten medical notes and spiritual diagrams.
Maya was seated upright on the bed, her long hair falling over her shoulders, eyes quietly focused on Vikram. There was trust there now, hidden beneath her natural caution.
Vikram leaned slightly forward, his voice low but firm.
"After studying your reports… and observing your body's rhythm every single day, I've come to a conclusion. But I need to confirm something—through your words."
Maya nodded. "Please… ask me anything."
Vikram's eyes didn't waver as he spoke, his tone taking on a clinical, almost surgeon-like precision.
