Description
Arjun lay sprawled on the floor of his grandfather’s study, surrounded by dusty boxes and forgotten books. He had been sent there to “organize something useful,” but mostly he was poking through old stuff for fun.
That’s when he found the trunk.
It was wooden, with brass corners, and so old that the lock had rusted into a soft brown color. With a little tug — creeeeak! — it popped open.
Written By- Krishna Bhardwaj
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