Chapter 115

Episode 115

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The air in the Malhotra study was thick with unspoken tension. Mrs. Malhotra, usually a picture of serene grace, wrung her hands, her gaze fixed on the ornate Persian rug. Across from her, Mr. Malhotra, his brow furrowed, held a small, tarnished silver locket, its surface worn smooth with time. This was the "first clue," the artifact unearthed from a forgotten corner of the attic, a relic that had ignited a wildfire of questions

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