Madhavi was sitting quietly in a corner of her room. In front of her was a small sacred fire, and she was softly chanting some mantras. The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, and there was a strange vibration in the atmosphere. Her gaze was fixed on the old mansion visible through the window.She kept noticing some movement in the shadows of that dark, abandoned place. A figure seemed to shift and flicker—again and again. But Madhavi wasn’t scared. She kept chanting with steady focus. There was no fear on her face, only a determined look.She was