The room was filled with wind.
Not normal wind.
It moved in circles… as if it was alive.
Ram stepped back, his eyes sharp.
"What is happening here?"
His voice was tense.
The baby lay quietly…
But the air around him wasn't calm.
Ram looked at his father.
"Does he have powers?"
Shiva Sai didn't answer immediately.
He kept staring at the child.
"…I think so."
Those words made the room feel heavier.
Ram's expression changed.
"Then… my mother…"
He hesitated.
"…did she have powers too?"
Shiva Sai slowly nodded.
"Yes."
Silence.
Deep.
Uncomfortable.
Ram clenched his fist.
"Then they are connected…"
He looked at the baby again.
"…aren't they?"
Shiva Sai didn't deny it.
"That seems to be the truth."
Ram turned quickly.
"Then why isn't she here?"
His voice was no longer calm.
"Why was she never with us?"
The question cut through the silence.
Shiva Sai's face hardened.
For a moment…
He looked like a soldier again.
Not a father.
"It's a long story."
His voice was cold.
"Don't ask about it."
Ram froze.
He had never heard his father speak like that before.
Not even in war.
The wind slowly stopped.
The room returned to normal.
As if nothing had happened.
The baby opened his eyes.
Slowly.
Quietly.
He looked at Ram.
Then at Shiva Sai.
Back to Ram again.
Ram felt it again.
That strange feeling.
Like the child was… understanding everything.
"…Why is he looking at me like that?" Ram muttered.
Shiva Sai didn't respond.
The baby didn't smile.
Didn't cry.
He only watched.
Silently.
Carefully.
As if he already knew…
Who they were.