Riddhima bit her lip in indecision, wondering if she should…Could she…go in again? The thought of fumbling around in the dark mansion

Riddhima stood still at the gate, staring at the imposing façade of Vansh’s home. The building was a pale grey, the late

Riddhima looked around wildly. She was back in her treehouse room, her stuff spread around exactly as she had left it. Gentle

The door was painted bright yellow. If one looked closer, they could see tiny leaves painted at the sides, faded over time.

Riddhima ran around her designated area, sweat clinging to her back. There were multiple fires lit around the clearing to ‘cleanse the

Bright sunlight hit her face, making Riddhima groan and bury deeper into the covers. She was not a morning person at the