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There's a kernel of an interesting idea buried in this film—the collision between a skeptic and the supernatural, amplified by the anxiety of impending fatherhood. The premise promises that delicious tension where a man's rational worldview shatters in a single terrifying night, and we could have explored what that unraveling means for his marriage, his beliefs, his readiness to protect a family he doesn't yet know. But the execution falters almost immediately. Director Mohan Lal's vision feels scattered, unable to decide whether this is a psychological horror or a supernatural thriller, and that indecision drains the narrative of any real momentum. The horror beats land with all the subtlety of a delivered pizza hitting linoleum, and what should be genuinely unsettling instead becomes predictable and stagey.

The performances don't help either. While the premise demanded an actor who could anchor us through genuine disbelief-turned-terror, the lead struggles to convey the internal transformation his character desperately needs. His journey from skeptic to believer should break our hearts—we should feel his world crumble—but instead, we watch him move through scenes without ever convincing us he's truly changed. The supporting cast fares no better, delivering dialogue that sounds more like exposition than human conversation. There's no chemistry between Kunal and Nikita that would make us care about what her supernatural warnings might cost them, and without that emotional fo