The rain drummed softly on the roof that night, a steady rhythm that failed to soothe Raghav’s restless mind. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and dread. Despite the warmth of Tanvi sleeping peacefully beside him, a coldness clung to his heart.Something wasn’t right. He could feel it.His chest ached with a growing anxiety—an unspoken fear that something terrible was creeping closer to his family. Ever since he had returned from the village, since the old woman’s tale echoed in his ears, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.