Tere Bin~ 3.

Evening. The temple aarti just ended. The soft glow of diyas, soft chanting fading. Bhavya holds her dupatta and walks out with her friend Neha, her face glowing peacefully

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Neha, I want to show you something... a place I visit when I’m overwhelmed.

Docter

More peaceful than this temple?😮

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Shh... trust me. Come with me 🤍 (smiling gently)

They take a narrow path that goes behind the temple—away from the lights, away from the people. Fireflies float. Wind rustles the peepal leaves.

Docter

It’s so quiet here… almost haunting (whispering)

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

I call it..."God’s little back-corner... so peaceful" no noise, no rituals… just silence and the sound of the pond (holding her dupatta near chest)

They stop at the edge of the small pond. Bhavya kneels down, touches the water gently...

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Sometimes I feel… this water carries the temple’s blessings too...(Smiles softly)

Docter

It’s beautiful, but... strange. The soil looks disturbed. Like someone recently dug something? **observing surroundings**

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Maybe the gardener...? They usually clean near the banyan tree....**innocently said and giggles**

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

You and your detective brain.

But unknown to them... just 30 minutes ago, blood had soaked that same ground. Shaksham’s men were swift. Pandit gone. Ashes scattered. Blade marks erased. Even the fire, controlled

Docter

Did you smell something burnt… just for a second?**still uneasy**

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Hmm? No… maybe your imagination. Come... let’s light a diya here too....**calmly**

Bhavya takes out a small matchbox and a single diya from her purse. She always carries one Places it by the pond, lights it.

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Jahaan andhera ho... wahan bhi roshni jalani chahiye....**softly to herself** (Where there is darkness… light must reach there too.)

two girls sitting peacefully… where death danced moments ago

Bhavya and Neha sit quietly by the pond, a diya flickering gently on the edge

Docter

Something about this place feels... heavy....**soft voice**

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Sometimes peace also carries silence… and silence carries truth **smiles faintly**

Docter

You really believe that?

Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)

Yes. This place... it's always been my escape. Maybe someone else’s too **nods slowly**

The soil is still faintly uneven. A breeze blows. The scent of burnt wood lingers, unnoticed

The girls stand, holding hands, and walk back toward the temple, their silhouettes framed against the orange sky

Unseen, untouched, unnoticed… the ghost of a crime sleeps beneath their footsteps

mumma monster

Like shike karo Little monsters....(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤