The sight of the small, delicate bones laid out before me sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of the grim reality that surrounded me. Baba Pratap Singh's words hung heavy in the air, his inquiry piercing through the silence like a sharp blade.
"Do you know who sent me these bones?" he asked, his gaze unwavering as he awaited my response. I could only shake my head in mute shock, my mind reeling with questions and uncertainty.
"It was Jyoti Verma," Baba Pratap Singh revealed, his voice tinged with solemnity. The name stirred a flicker of recognition within me, a distant memory shrouded in mystery.
"How did he know about me?" I ventured, my surprise evident in my tone. Baba's explanation only deepened the enigma surrounding me.
"I told him myself," he confessed, his words casting a shadow of bewilderment over my thoughts.
"Why?" I couldn't help but inquire, my curiosity piqued by the revelation.