Description

Praanjal sat alone in his opulent mansion, gazing intently at his latest masterpiece. It was a remarkable portrait of his adored companion, Mohini, the very friend whom he had miraculously resurrected with the aid of the mystical paintbrush bestowed upon him by the enigmatic old woman.While lost in contemplation, a faint tapping at the door startled Praanjal. Intrigued, he rose to answer it, only to find no soul in sight. Perplexed, he scanned his surroundings, yet discovered no trace of anyone's presence.In that instant, a shiver ran down his spine. He realized this was no coincidence. He was being watched,