"Malik! Bahurani ji... aaj..." (Master! Mistress... today...) Koyli’s voice broke into a sob, the sound of her gasping for breath echoing through the receiver. She was unable to finish the sentence, her voice swallowed by her terror.
Then, Dida’s voice cut through. It was a voice Aniruddh didn't recognize..fragile, trembling, and terrified beyond anything he had ever heard from the matriarch.
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