It had been about fifteen minutes of walking. Rahul and Elisa were far from the village now, which was no longer visible. The sun had set behind the mountains of sand at the far end of the desert, and only miles of sand could be seen now. In the darkness, on the moonless night, the desolate place looked terrifying, especially when the rapid cold air whooshed through their ears, moving the sand from one place to the other.
“May I ask something,” Dansh asked Elisa, “if you don’t mind?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Why does your boyfriend act like he’s in a death zone?”
“He heard many occult horror stories from his grandma when he was a kid,” Elisa replied, chuckling. “So now, he’s scared to explore haunted sites and strange, secluded places like your village.”
“I can’t believe youngsters like him
