Episode 150

The air in the Malhotra mansion felt thick with unspoken questions. Natasha, usually so poised, found herself fidgeting, a nervous habit she hadn't indulged since childhood. The photograph, clutched tightly in her hand, was a faded relic—a young woman, strikingly familiar, holding a baby. The baby, she was now almost certain, was her. But who was the woman? And why had she been left with a cryptic note instead of a name?

Anu, ever observant, noticed Natasha’s disquiet. The younger girl’s usual vibrant energy seemed dimmed, replaced by a restless anxiety. Anu approached her, a gentle concern in her eyes. "Natasha, are you alright?"

Natasha flinched, then forced a smile. "Yes, Anu, I'm fine. Just... thinking." She gestured vaguely towards a stack of old family albums. "Remembering things."