Chapter 136

Under the Moon

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The melancholic feeling could be felt in the air – as Leila took one step at a time towards the mounted stones just below that massive peepal tree. The sacred fig seemed to be waving its cordate in shape leaves with a distinguishing lengthy drip tip that was just too hard to miss.

It only gave her the heavy feeling of mourning – for only the dried leaves she was stepping on were the only sound she could hear. The cold breeze that was fanning her exposed skin simply made her feel emotional.

The sound of the chirping birds – which would be heard...