Episode 145

The air in the Malhotra mansion crackled with a tension that had been building for weeks. Natasha, usually so composed, found her hands trembling as she reread the faded letter. It was the first tangible clue, a cryptic missive from a stranger that spoke of a daughter lost and a desperate plea for her safe return. The elegant script, so unlike anything she’d ever seen, seemed to whisper secrets that clawed at the edges of her memory. She glanced at the framed photographs on the mantelpiece, her life as Natasha Malhotra, a beloved