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He didn’t answer. He couldn't. That specific ringtone was a ghost from a summer three years ago, a promise recorded in a bustling market in Trichy. It was his grandmother's favorite lullaby, one she had hummed while teaching him how to tie his first dhoti. After she passed, he had set it as the ringtone for only one person: his younger sister, Meera, who had gone missing during a festival in the city.

The phone lit up again. The name on the screen wasn't Meera's. It was an unknown number from a local landline. Arjun swiped to answer. "Hello?" "Is this Arjun?" a woman's voice asked, thin and trembling. "Yes. Who is this?"