Episode 296

The antique locket, nestled in Natasha’s palm, felt heavier than its delicate gold suggested. It was a peculiar thing, unearthed from a forgotten drawer in the Malhotra’s sprawling ancestral home. Its intricate filigree, depicting a celestial dance of stars and moons, seemed to hum with a silent energy. She’d found it while searching for a misplaced scarf, a mundane task that had led her to this tangible echo of a past she couldn’t quite grasp. The faint scent of rose and something else, something wild and untamed, clung to it. It was the same scent that sometimes, on a gust of wind or in a fleeting dream, seemed to whisper her name.

Meanwhile, Anu, her fingers dancing across the