The farmhouse on the outskirts of town appeared much like Dadi Maa had described – a dilapidated structure with peeling paint and overgrown weeds choking the yard. An unsettling aura hung around the place, a stark contrast to the cheerful bustle of the village they'd just left behind.
Arjun squeezed Aditi's hand reassuringly as they stepped out of the car. "Ready?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
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