Aavya had endured a lot — and buried even more.Not just words, but memories.She had locked them away...Like a grave.A grave where her mother rested — and with her, Aavya’s innocence.Arjun learned all this for the first time…The day Aavya handed him a letter outside college.On a plain white page, in soft blue ink, it read: "Will you come with me?There’s a place I haven’t visited in years…But today, I must.And I can’t go alone."The address said:“Shanti Memorial Ghat, Sector 4 – My Mother’s Grave”Arjun nodded without a word.The morning air was cool. The streets — silent.They both sat quietly in