Nitya stood frozen, her mind consumed by fear and doubt. The politician's words had struck a chord, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was right - who would believe her? She was on the verge of giving up, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her own insecurities.Just as she was about to surrender, a gentle yet powerful voice whispered in her ear. It was the goddess Mahakali, her voice like a soothing balm to Nitya's frayed nerves."Nitya, don't be afraid," the goddess said. "Truth doesn't need to be proved. The courts of humans may require evidence