Two days had passed since Siddharth's disappearance. Two days of frantic searching, of whispered prayers, of growing despair. Maya, her face etched with worry, had scoured the city, her voice hoarse from calling his name. Avani and Aarna, too young to fully grasp the situation, clung to their mother's side, their innocent eyes filled with confusion and fear.They had visited every place Siddharth frequented – the market, the tea stall where he met Rohan, even the park where they sometimes went for family picnics. But there was no sign of him. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.(Scene: Waiting in the Night)As night fell, casting long shadows across the city, Avani and Aarna sat by the front door of their small restaurant, their eyes fixed on the empty street. They waited, their small hearts filled with a fragile hope."When will Father come home?" Avani asked softly, tugging at her mother's sleeve.Maya forced a smile, her heart breaking with each passing moment. She gently stroked her daughter's hair, trying to reassure her, trying to reassure herself. "He'll be back in a few days, don't worry," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.(Scene: Tears in the Dark)After putting the children to bed, Maya retreated to the kitchen, the dim light casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The facade of strength she had maintained for her daughters crumbled, and she sank into a chair, her composure finally breaking.Silent tears streamed down her face, a testament to the fear and uncertainty that gnawed at her. Where was Siddharth? What had happened to him? Had he been hurt? Was he even… alive?She cried in the dimly lit corner of the kitchen, her sobs muffled by her hands. She felt lost, alone, and utterly helpless.(Scene: The Return)Just then, a creak echoed through the quiet restaurant. The front door slowly opened.Maya froze, her breath hitching in her throat. She stood up, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe it. After two days of agonizing waiting, he was finally home.Siddharth stepped inside, his movements weary and disoriented. He looked exhausted, his clothes disheveled, his eyes distant. But he was alive. He was here.(Scene: A Fragile Reunion)Maya rushed towards him, her tears forgotten in the wave of relief that washed over her. She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, as if afraid he might vanish again."Where were you?!" she cried, her voice trembling. "I searched everywhere! I thought—" She couldn't finish the sentence, the fear too raw, too real.Siddharth held her close, his arms tightening around her. He felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar scent of her hair. It was a comforting anchor in the storm of confusion and terror that raged within him. He knew he had to tell her something, but the truth was too dangerous, too unbelievable.Finally, he murmured a soft excuse, avoiding the truth. "I got lost… I'm sorry."Maya didn't push for details. Right now, all that mattered was that he was home. He was safe.(Scene: A Shadow in Dreams)After a warm meal, the exhaustion of the past two days, coupled with the lingering effects of Mrit's possession, overtook Siddharth. He went to bed, his body heavy, his mind numb. He drifted off to sleep almost immediately.But as soon as he closed his eyes, a shadow loomed over his dreams. The familiar warmth of his home was replaced by the chilling darkness of the dungeon. He saw the demonic creatures, their eyes burning with malevolent glee. He saw Daltrin, his face contorted in terror, begging for mercy.And then, he heard the voice, cold and menacing, echoing through the void."Nice to meet you…"Mrit had returned.