Episode 168

The antique locket, once a forgotten trinket in the dusty attic of the Malhotra estate, now lay open in Natasha’s trembling hands. The faded photograph within, depicting a woman with eyes eerily similar to her own, was the first tangible clue, the first whisper of a truth she’d long suppressed. She’d found it tucked away in an old jewelry box, a box that, upon closer inspection, bore a faint, almost imperceptible etching of the Obroye family crest. A chill, unrelated to the autumn air se