Part 4
Miles away, Zian stormed into his old home, breath ragged, searching desperate.
“Where’s the old locker?” he asked the old caretaker.
“Why dig up ghosts, Zian?” the man asked gently.
“These aren’t ghosts anymore,” Zian replied, his voice edged with fire. “These are truths.”
He found it. The dust-covered photograph his younger self with his parents. The moment he wiped it clean, his eyes widened. Around his father’s neck the same locket. That man… he’s still alive.
"Rashid Malhotra," he murmured. "He's out there.”
Meera tried Zian’s number again. No answer. Frustrated, she called out to Aanya, “Please come home early today.”
“I’ll be late, Mom,” Aanya said as she rushed off.
Meera sighed. “Then I’ll go. I need to take care of this myself.”
At the Kapoor residence, Suhasini
