The mansion was silent now, except for the steady drip of rainwater from the broken roof. Meera’s fingers were still intertwined with Aarav’s, but her pulse raced as she stared at the painting that mirrored her own face. The resemblance was uncanny, chilling her to the bone.“You… you said I’ve been here before,” Meera whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind rattling the broken windows.Aarav didn’t answer immediately. He led her deeper into the mansion, down a corridor lined with more portraits. All of them seemed to watch her, some with sorrow, some with anger, and some with expressions