The room fell silent as Nakul lay in the hospital bed, his body weak and fragile, recovering from the intense trauma of childbirth. His once-young and innocent face now bore the lines of a deeper pain—an experience that had aged him beyond his years. Next to him, Pradyuman stood still, his gaze fixed on the infant in his arms. The child, though appearing perfectly healthy, carried an energy that made even seasoned CID officers like Pradyuman uneasy.
Nakul opened his eyes slowly, every movement feeling like a burden, his body still aching from the ordeal. He saw his father, standing with the baby, but a shadow of doubt loomed in his mind. He had gone through so much—physical pain, nightmares, visions of an ancient curse, and now, this child... was it really over?
"Papa..." Nakul's voice was faint, barely above a whisper. "Is it... is it gone? The curse... is it over?"
Pradyuman's eyes softened as he looked at his son, but there was something unreadable in his expression, a mixture of relief and concern. He handed the child to the nurse and sat beside Nakul, taking his hand in a rare display of affection.
"Yes, Nakul. It's over... but not without cost." His voice carried the weight of the truth he wasn't ready to reveal yet. The supernatural curse had been lifted, but the future remained uncertain.
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Secrets of a Second Life
FantasyNakul and his daughter Aisha navigate the challenges of parenthood while haunted by a mysterious curse. As shadows threaten their fragile peace, ACP Pradyuman stands as a protector. Nakul fiercely defends his family, confronting the growing darkness...
