The Arrival

Wed, 14 May 2025 12:04:57 +0000

The house stood like a mausoleum at the edge of the city, cloaked in silence and a chill that felt older than time. Aradhana stepped out of the car, her embroidered saree whispering against her ankles as a cold wind teased the veil draped over her head. She tilted her chin up, forcing herself to look at the towering mansion. Pale grey stone, black iron gates, and an unnerving symmetry that looked beautiful in a way that didn’t feel welcoming.