The shadow-figure stared at Tanishtha for a while. His gaze was sharp and unbearable as if he was calculating her next step. Not only that but it also felt like he was measuring her breath and checking through her soul with those darkest brown orbs.

The air around her thickened as a chill ran down her spine. A drop of sweat slid down her neck. Fear gripped her so tightly that she almost lost her voice. Her heart pounded against her ribs wildly.