Anuj was standing there like a mannequin when Vikram asked, “who was the one inside the bungalow?”
Anuj didn’t reply for some time and Vikram shook him and asked, “who was inside the bungalow?”
“My father,” said Anuj and fell on his knees.
“Your father died many years ago, how can he be alive?” asked Vikram looking at him confused.
“He was not alive, this was my grandpa’s bungalow, which he bought, but never resided in it nor gave it for rent, but it was my father’s favorite bungalow, his soul started residing here and it was the one who was guiding us few days ago,” said Anuj turning towards Vikram.
“Do you know how he got killed?” asked Vikram looking at him.
“He was killed because he tried to protect me,” said Anuj.
“What?” asked Vikram looking at him shocked.
“I think you shoul
