Rohanâs blood runs cold. Niyati whispers, âWho was âherâ?â
The mirror flickers. A soft, genderless voice replies: âPrettiness is subjective. But you are the most anxious. Your heart rate suggests you know something Rohan does not.â ullu new shows
The first night, Niyati laughs at it. âMirror, mirror on the wall, whoâs the prettiest of them all?â Rohanâs blood runs cold