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“They belonged to Chandravati,” her mother had whispered, her eyes darting to the window as if expecting someone to leap through. “Your great-grandmother. She wore them the night she vanished.”

With a strength she didn’t know she had, she pried it open.

She froze. Then she heard it—a soft voice, like wind through dry leaves, whispering her name. gold earrings jhumkas

That evening, she stood under the banyan tree, the setting sun casting long shadows. She was waiting for her cousin to pick her up. The jhumkas swung gently against her neck.

The old banyan tree at the edge of Dhrupur village had witnessed many things—proposals, secrets, even a murder once. But today, it witnessed a ghost. She froze

The jhumkas hummed again. This time, she understood.

Jingle-jingle.

Jingle-jingle-jingle. Pause. Jingle.