Shakuntala paled. “You… you’re not real.”
Part 1: The Bitter Seed
“Wanting is not the same as taking,” Imli Bhabhi said. She turned to Rani. “The real deed to the flour mill is buried three feet beneath the tamarind tree. Your husband hid it there before he left, hoping to free you both from her grip. Go. Dig.” imli bhabhi 3
Shakuntala shrieked. “Thief! You stole it, you ungrateful girl!” Shakuntala paled