"Sometimes, blood doesn't just stain the floor — it stains generations." The air in the hall was colder than usual. Not from the weather, but from the silence that followed Ramprasad’s quiet confession — “Sushant asked me to follow Dadi.” The old servant’s voice trembled as if he had just spoken something forbidden. Everyone froze. Gauri Devi, the 84-year-old matriarch of the Mehra family, had been the pillar of this house. No one had ever dared question her authority. But now, her silence echoed louder than Ramprasad’s words. Inspector Anjana Rawat, sharp-eyed and sharp-minded, stepped forward. Her gaze fixed on Gauri Devi, as if trying to read her thoughts. “Did Sushant follow you that night?” she asked firmly. Gauri Devi didn’t flinch. She simply said, “He saw something that was not meant for him.” “What did he see?” Anjana pressed. Gauri Devi looked down, her fingers tightening around her walking stick. After a pause that felt like an eternity, she whispered, “The...