There’s something unsettling about watching a man get exactly what he prayed for.   Not because success is frightening. But because sometimes it arrives like a beautifully wrapped gift with a slow fuse hidden inside.   That was the feeling that stayed with me while reading Blight of the Ivory by Yudhishthir Singh. Not loud horror. Not theatrical darkness. Something quieter. Like a ceiling fan turning in an empty room long after everyone has left.   Akshat isn’t a dramatic her