The temperature in the room seemed to plummet as his shadow fell across me, each footstep echoing like a death knell against the marble floor. My body betrayed me with violent tremors that I couldn't suppress, every nerve screaming danger as Nisarg's obsidian eyes bore into mine with barely contained loathing. The baby—sweet, innocent Yuven—pressed himself deeper into my chest, his tiny fingers clawing at my  dupatta as if sensing the malevolent energy radiating from the man who towered over us like an avenging demon.