Ishaan hadn't slept in 36 hours.
While Aarohi visited temples, he visited timelines.
His lab looked like chaos — but inside it was a map of miracles.
Graphs.
Symbols.
Spectrograms of bansuri frequencies.
"Every night at 12:41 AM," he whispered to himself, "it resets.
Like… like a loop."
He compared sounds recorded from the first night to now.
The notes had shifted.
Same bansuri. Different rhythm.
Then he ran a pattern match.
It aligned with the Moon's shadow cycle.
"What the hell…"
He wrote in his notes:
'Musical coding based on lunar pull? This isn't supernatural — it's cosmic mathematics.'
Aarohi entered the lab quietly.
"You're talking to yourself again."
Ishaan looked up, exhausted, glowing.
"It's not haunting us. It's trying to sync us."
"With what?"
"With… the Raas."
Aarohi raised an eyebrow.
"Are you telling me your logical brain just accepted a mythological dance as your thesis?"
"No," he smirked.
"I'm telling you… the dance was never a myth. It was timed reality. We just never stayed to watch it."
That night, they made a choice.
To stay inside Nidhivan after midnight.
Rule-breakers. Or maybe, rule-returners.
They entered the grove. Sat between the Tulsi trees.
Aarohi placed Vrinda's diary beside her.
Ishaan placed his recorder on the ground.
12:00 AM.
Stillness.
Then… the flute began.
But it wasn't distant.
It was around them.
The trees began to shift. Not aggressively.
Like they were forming a circle.
And inside it — shadows moved.
Dancing.
Ishaan stared, breathless.
"It's happening… it's actually happening," he whispered.
Aarohi didn't speak.
She had tears in her eyes.
"This is what Vrinda saw," she said. "This is what she became."
The flute reached its highest note.
And for one moment —
A figure appeared.
Not facing them.
Not full form.
But a blue silhouette with a peacock crown.
Dancing.
With others around.
Radha. Vrinda. Souls. Time.
And then… gone.
Ishaan looked at his recorder.
Error. File corrupted.
"It didn't record?" Aarohi asked.
He shook his head.
"It wasn't meant to."
Aarohi smiled.
"Not everything divine is data."