Episode 164

The air in the Malhotra mansion, usually a symphony of hushed footsteps and the clinking of porcelain, was thick with an unspoken tension. Natasha, accustomed to the polished veneer of her adopted life, found herself scrutinizing every faded photograph that lined the grand hallway. The first clue, a small, tarnished silver locket, had turned her world upside down. It wasn't just an antique; it was a key, a whisper from a past she didn't recognize, yet felt an undeniable pull towards. She’d found it tucked away in an