Author's POV

Agathiyan stepped into his room, finding Thulir asleep on the bed alone. His daughters were missing, but that didn’t worry him—at Revathi Illam, they rarely slept in their parents’ room. Shaking his head, he made his way to the bed. The night lamp was on, likely left that way for him. The AC was off, which made sense; the wind was strong, signalling the possibility of heavy rain. Thulir must have turned it off and opened the windows and balcony doors to let in the fresh air.