Such a big bungalow… for only thirtyfive lakhs?
Arjun looked at the broker suspiciously.
The broker smiled.
Sir, the owner has moved abroad. We need to sell it quickly. This is the opportunity.
That old bungalow stood on the outskirts of Lucknow.
Two stories.
White walls.
A rusty black gate.
But there was a strange silence surrounding the house.
No neighbors.
Not even a dog barking.
Arjuns wife, Meera, said softly, I find this house strange.
Arjun laughed.
Youre afraid of every old house.
The deal was signed that very day.
The house… Sold.
Little did they know—
The house already belonged to someone else.