When Aarav Kapoor, a shrewd businessman born into wealth, and Aanya Mehra, an ambitious architect returning to India, are thrust into an arranged marriage, neither is prepared for the secrets beneath their union. What begins as a reluctant compromis...
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After we got home, Aarav immediately disappeared into the study, phone glued to his ear. His voice, low and intense, filtered through the closed door as he discussed something work-related. It was like he had an invisible wall around him—always distant, always busy.
Bittu and Chote, on the other hand, made themselves comfortable in the living room, munching on snacks and watching their favorite TV show. Their laughter and playful banter filled the house, momentarily distracting me from my thoughts. But no matter how much I tried to focus on them, my mind kept drifting back to the strange old woman we met earlier.
Her words echoed in my head. "You can change your fate. You can change this place's fate." What did she mean by that? Why did she look at me like she knew something I didn't? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. She must have been crazy, just an old woman spouting nonsense. There was no point dwelling on it.
The house was a labyrinth of mystery, each corridor and room steeped in a history I hadn't yet uncovered. With Bittu and Chote visiting, we decided to explore this ancient mahal. Despite living here for weeks, I hadn't ventured beyond the common areas. The thought of discovering hidden corners of the house excited us all.
We started from the ground floor, checking out rooms that I'd already seen, but they still felt new with Aashi and Amey's curiosity. Each room had its own story, its own character, filled with antique furniture and old-world charm. As we moved upward, the house seemed to grow quieter, as though it was guarding secrets from us.
Finally, we reached the third floor. I had never set foot here before. The long corridor stretched ahead with doors lining both sides. The air felt heavier, and the atmosphere was different—almost eerie.
"This place is like a treasure hunt," Amey joked, peering into each door we passed.
Aashi giggled, "I bet we find some old ghost stories here!"
I laughed along, though I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. "Let's keep going," I urged, curiosity pulling me forward.
We opened a door to a room filled with paintings and sculptures. My breath caught as I stepped inside. The room was a gallery of stunning artworks, each piece more captivating than the last. The vibrant colors, the intricate details—it was as if we had stumbled into a hidden museum.
"Wow, Aanya!" Aashi exclaimed, running her fingers lightly over a sculpture. "Did you know all this was here?"
I shook my head, mesmerized by a large canvas depicting a serene landscape. "No... I had no idea."
Being an architecture graduate, I had a deep appreciation for art and craftsmanship. The talent displayed in this room was remarkable, each piece telling a story of its own. For a moment, I forgot everything else, lost in the beauty around me. There was one sculpture which grab my attention, It was incomplete but perfectly crafted.
