People stopped seeing Tanvir.
But they felt him.
In their thoughts.
In their nightmares.
In the spaces between heartbeats.
Children cried without knowing why.
Adults froze mid-conversation.
Animals refused to move.
Fear no longer had a source.
Because fear was Tanvir.
Tanzila stood in an empty street, shaking.
"This isn't you…"
But even she felt it now.
That presence.
That pressure.
That unbearable awareness—
Of something watching from everywhere at once.
Tanvir appeared behind her.
Not walking.
Not arriving.
Just—
Existing there.
"You still call me 'you'," he said softly.
Tanzila turned slowly.
"Because I refuse to believe you're gone."
Tanvir looked at her.
For a moment—
Something flickered.
"Then stop looking," he said.
"Because what you're searching for… no longer exists."