I still remember the night I saw her for the first time—half in the water, half in the moonlight, her crimson tail glistening like fire beneath the waves. I was singing on the shore, my voice carried by the wind, and she emerged, drawn by the melody. I didn’t know then that she was Meenakshi, a mermaid bound by ancient laws. I only knew that my heart had stopped.

Now, Dr. Jacob is closing in. He’s found traces—scales, strange currents, recordings of her song. He thinks he’s chasing science. I know he’s hunting the woman I love.

Tonight, she whispered, 'If the truth comes out, I’ll vanish with the tide.'

I have to decide: do I protect her by silence, or fight for a love the world isn’t ready to accept?