Description

The night had settled heavily over the Rane mansion, pressing against its walls like a living thing. Most of the household slept, unaware that something ancient and restless had awakened once more. In a corner room far from the others, Madhavi sat alone before a flickering oil lamp.The faint light cast trembling shadows on the walls, stretching and twisting them into grotesque shapes. Her face was calm, unnervingly so, as she stared at the window that faced the abandoned wada. Outside, the structure loomed silently, its broken windows like hollow eyes watching her in return.“You’re getting distracted,” Madhavi said softly,