Tanay's heart pounded as fiercely as the thundering wheels of their chariot. Panic surged through him—this wasn't supposed to happen.
No one from their family was ever meant to go near that house. It was forbidden. Unthinkable.
So why—why—was Aman heading straight toward it?
What had changed? What had gone so terribly wrong?
He communicated with Rudra, "Prime Minister, how did this happen?" Aman should have just come here after paying respects to the guardian deity of the city. How could he change his direction towards that ominous manor?
The Prime Minister replied, "Forgive my incompetence, Your Grace. It all happened because of a voice."
"A voice so sweet, so hauntingly familiar—it could only belong to one person. You know how irresistible her singing is. The Prince Consort was helpless… he followed it."
Tanay and Neil exchanged shocked glances, their disbelief deepening.
"Her singing? From that house? That's impossible!"
