Nakul retreated to his room, guilt gnawing at him like a festering wound. He knew he was letting his fear control him, but the terror of what the child might become haunted him day and night. His hands ached, his chest felt heavy, and his mind was filled with endless, tormenting questions.
As the days went by, Nakul noticed that the baby seemed more distant. They still cried out for him, but there was a growing coldness in their gaze, a small flicker of frustration, as though they sensed his rejection. Every time Nakul tried to get close, the child's eerie powers manifested—small objects levitated, lights flickered, and the temperature dropped.
Nakul could no longer ignore the pain inside him. His body reacted to the baby's hunger. His chest ached, his body yearning to feed the child, but his mind fought against it, terrified of what it might mean. The discomfort became unbearable—every time the baby cried, the physical pain in Nakul's body grew worse.
One night, Nakul awoke drenched in sweat, his chest throbbing with the unrelenting pressure. He could feel the baby's hunger like a physical pull, but his fear paralyzed him. He curled up in his bed, clutching his chest, unable to sleep.
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Secrets of a Second Life
FantastikNakul 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...
