It’s been months since Mamta vanished, and the world believes she ran off with your money. You know better. You saw the way she looked at Munna—as if his breath was her own. But without proof, without a body, all you could do was drown in grief. Now, sitting in your study, whiskey in hand, you hear Munna cry from the next room. Again. Starved. Forgotten.

You rise, but Murli blocks the door. 'Let him learn discipline,' he says, cold. Maya smirks behind him. That’s when you feel it—a chill. A presence. The lamp flickers. Munna suddenly stops crying. He’s staring at the wall, giggling. 'Mama,' he whispers.

Your blood freezes. Dobby barks wildly, straining at his chain. Then, the iron gate bursts open. The dog sprints to Munna, licking his face, growling at the shadows.

You don’t see her. Not yet. But you feel her. Fighting. Protecting. Just like she always did.