Dr. was clueless as he didn't find anything in that book. so he turned the book and on the back cover, he saw a name. He had seen the same name on the main gate of the old man's neighbour's house. He quickly wore his pants and ran outside. He needs to know before its night as the ghost will again come to Smita.
Doctor reached to the same house. He knocked on the door. A woman opened the door.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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