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Shweta Verma was a ghost in her own life.

That night, she wore not a cardigan but a thin black sari, the one she had saved for her wedding that never happened. She stepped out into the rain without an umbrella. The stepwell was dark, slick with moss, and smelled of wet earth and jasmine from a nearby bush. kaamuk_shweta

She should have been terrified. She should have slammed the phone down, reported him, changed her passwords. Instead, she whispered, "What do you want?" Shweta Verma was a ghost in her own life