It's a story set in a backdrop of village, Brahmanagar.
Situations condemn Ira Kulkarni to return for the village her family left due to unexpected death of her father,17 years ago.
Divine mysteries, plotting people, haunting echoes of forgotten re...
"M.y.....My ...dad was killed",I choked out the words as tears brimmed in my eyes unable to wrap my head around the harsh realization.I slumped on the coarse sand beneath as I hugged my limp body.
"The hell, are you saying", Adi knitted his brows in confusion, holding my shoulders to raise me up worried at my state.
"Yes, I have a strong hunch that my dad was killed the same way as the old man", I raised my head towards him, "I know it's difficult for you to believe me now, but everything that is happening around me is pointing out towards the same thing", I said staring at his concerned face.
"But that happened before 17 years Ira" he said kneeling before me holding my shoulders, "Why will they kill your dad without no reason"? he wondered trying to connect the dots.
His eyes widened for a second with sudden realization, "Are you implying that he knew about the place"?.
"It's more than that Adi", I said. "I believe that dad knew every mysteries about that ruined place and it's locations.I feel that he was protecting it against some evil forces" .
"Ok, now let's move forward on your beliefs itself. We have to start this journey by finding the location of that place you see in your dreams", he said standing up and dusting off his pants.
"Now, get up. We have to go before the vileman returns home and see us going through his library", he extends his hands towards me referring to his grandpa funnily.
"Ok", I place my hand in his large one standing up.
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We come to stop in front of the huge old money decor mansion, which exudes wealth and class without being too flashy or ostentatious; painted in white and earthy palette shades.
We walked through the tall iron gates, to the pavement covered with bed of grass on either side.The garden was well maintained with lots of bushes and shrubs. There were groves of trees bordering the mansion same like grandpas mansion but this was huge.
The grand mansion,intricate architecture, elegant chandeliers, high ceilings and sweeping staircase left me in awe.
"Wow, this surely looks like a house made for royalties", I said seeing around awestruck by its grandeur.
He laughed at that, "You should thank grandpa for it, I'm sure the oldman will be on cloud nine, hearing praises about his beloved possession", he said referring to the mansion.
We were cut short by the ear-muffling, loud music coming from one of the many rooms.
"Aw, Who is that?", I asked him covering my ears from the booming noise.
"That's my crazy sister Hita", he said dragging me into the huge library with thousands of book.
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