
The night around the lonely farmhouse is dark and silent, but the silence does not last long. Jatin stands behind a thick tree near the broken boundary wall, his sharp eyes fixed on the narrow road that leads toward the old farmhouse hidden deep inside the jungle area
The air is heavy and tense, filled with the smell of dust and dry leaves. His bike stands parked far away so that no one inside the house can hear its sound. His heartbeat is fast but his mind is calm







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