PROLOGUE “Some truths are written not in ink, but in blood and silence.”In the heart of Maharashtra, far from the reach of light and reason, lies a manuscript shrouded in secrecy and silence. Those who speak its name do so in whispers.It is known as Nilavanti.Legends say it was written in a forgotten serpent tongue — the language of Nagas, ancient guardians of sacred wisdom.This book does not merely contain knowledge. It breathes, watches, and waits.Over the centuries, tantrics, seekers, and madmen have tried to read it.But every one of them met a fate darker than death — madness, disappearance,