Author's POV:
Kowshik was growing increasingly uneasy. The silence in the house felt unnatural—thick and heavy, as though something unspoken was pressing down on everyone. It didn’t sit right with him. Unable to ignore it any longer, he finally took his phone and called his sister. “Akka, Meena is here at my home,” he said, his eyes instinctively shifting toward Meenakshi, who sat quietly beside him.







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