Tanvi woke up with a sharp gasp, her heart racing as if it would burst out of her chest. The room was wrapped in early dawn silence, and beside her Raghav slept peacefully, unaware of the fear gripping her. She sat up slowly, pressing her palm against her chest. “It was just a dream,” she whispered to herself, yet her eyes drifted unwillingly toward the window. The abandoned wada stood there, dark and silent, but something about it felt wrong, as if the shadows clinging to its walls had grown heavier overnight. She turned away quickly, pulling the blanket closer, when