Years passed. The village grew, but no one forgot.
One night, Rupa noticed a faint movement in the old house.
A whisper brushed her ear:
"I am gone… but never forgotten."
She smiled.
This time, it was not fear—it was peace.
Years passed. The village grew, but no one forgot.
One night, Rupa noticed a faint movement in the old house.
A whisper brushed her ear:
"I am gone… but never forgotten."
She smiled.
This time, it was not fear—it was peace.