Raunaksh stepped into the hallway of his current villa, his stride steady but slower than usual-as if something of him had remained behind. The faint jingle of the keys in his hand broke the silence before Karan, leaning by the doorway with a file in his hand, looked up.
Show your support
Your support on ScrollStack isn’t just about funding a book; it’s about fueling a dream. With your contributions
Write a comment ...