Chapter 4: Shattered Worlds   The morning was heavy with an unsettling stillness. The hospital corridors, once filled with hope and soft murmurs of reassurance, now felt suffocating, as if every wall carried the weight of grief. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, but to Niyati it carried only dread, thick and unshakable. She walked with trembling steps, her ears straining for some words of comfort, some thread of hope — but instead, it came, sharp and merciless. The doctor’s words echoed in Niyati’s ears, cutting through her like shards of glass: "We did everything we could… but your brother…