Ekaksh and Misthi had been lost in their own world, the warmth of Teej celebrations wrapping around them like a cocoon. But a sudden commotion from downstairs broke their bubble.

“What’s happening?” Misthi asked, tilting her head, worry knitting her brows.

They walked down together, their steps in sync, only to find three women in the living hall near the entrance. One of them, Maya, was shouting at the top of her voice, her bangles clinking angrily as she gestured wildly.

“I told you already! My purse is missing! Someone here must have stolen it!” Her voice was loud, enough to make everyone irritated and angry.

She was shouting like someone had stolen her kidney. So irritating. Shivank thought who was also came there after listening chaos.