The Rajput family mansion stood silent under the veil of the moonlit night, its grandeur shrouded in an eerie stillness. Inside his luxurious room, Vikram Das sat cross-legged on the vast bed, surrounded by a sea of medical reports. Each document bore testimony to Princess Maya's tragic condition—detailing her once vibrant health and the cruel twist of fate that had left her mute and immobile.
A tablet screen glowed in his hands, displaying the most recent scans of Maya's neck. His sharp eyes traced the misaligned bones with a focused intensity. The interlocked vertebrae at the base of her skull were the reason for her rigid posture, forcing her to forever gaze in one direction. No amount of conventional treatment had offered even a glimmer of hope.
