ICDC, Youdheya Nagari, Akhand Bharatiya Empire.
Tanvika, along with other researchers from the Disease Research Institute, stood in front of a glass wall, peering through it at a middle-aged woman who looked like she was made of nothing but skin and bones. Worry was written across their faces, but deep in their eyes, there was also a glimmer of expectation.
Of them all, Tanvika was the most affected. Her efforts over the past month had led to this very moment. It had been a difficult time for her. Everything began with seizures that came without warning, then slowly turned into a range of other symptoms, illnesses, or perhaps even something worse, like punishments.
Most of the researchers thought that it would be the end of Mandir every time she encountered a problem, but every time, maybe it was Sushila's determination to live on, or Tanvika's efforts, that Yamaraja was not successful in his attempt to snatch away the soul of a stubborn woman.
