Month twelve. Rohan was a ghost in his own home, sleepless, scanning the sky for threats. He saw the data pattern: it wasn’t random chance. The probability of these near-misses was statistically impossible. The Samhita wasn’t predicting the future—it was bending it.
: The "Bhrigu Samhita Kundli" mirrored Arjun’s current reality—a business partner’s betrayal and a growing distance from his brother.
Inside, the air smelled of aged parchment and incense. A quiet man, a traditional reader of the Samhita, asked for Arjun’s birth details: name, date, time, and place. He didn't open a book immediately. Instead, he led Arjun to a wooden table and asked him to pick a number from a grid—a method used to pinpoint the correct Bhrigu-patra or leaf. The Revelation of the Leaf
“What price?” Rohan’s voice cracked.
