Priya was lying in her room, half-asleep, wrapped in the silence of the old haveli. Suddenly, she heard a whisper—soft, broken, almost calling her name. “Priya…” Her eyes remained closed, but her heart stumbled in her chest. Again, the voice floated through the darkness. “Priya…” This time, it felt closer—too close. A chill ran down her spine. Before she could move, she felt it— a faint touch on her ankle, cold as midnight wind. Her breathing hitched. The touch slowly glided upward, tracing her skin, rising inch by inch. Fear curled inside her… yet something about the touch felt disturbingly gentle. Her eyes flew open. And with a breath caught between terror and shock, she screamed— “AAAHHHHHHHHH!” @All right reserved