Criminal Zone…
Inside Goddess Kali temple…
From the depths of the crumbling stone well, Vikram Das pulled himself up easily, stepping out like a phantom emerging from the underworld.
Before him, Lady Mona was collapsed on the ground, kneeling, her body trembling, tears streaking endlessly down her cheeks.
She sobbed like a heartbroken child—shoulders shaking, hands clenched tightly against her dress.
Her beautiful eyes, once filled with sharpness and wit, were now swollen red from hours of crying.
Vikram Das couldn't help but chuckle.
In a playful tone, he called out, "Hey! Relax. I'm not a ghost yet, am I?"
Mona froze mid-sob.
Her tear-stained face jerked up.
Disbelief flashed across her expression—and the next second, she threw herself into his arms without hesitation.
WHUMP!
Vikram staggered slightly as she hugged him tightly, her soft body pressing desperately against his.
She clung to him with all her strength, like a shipwrecked soul grabbing onto a lifeline.
