Kartika
*The fluorescent lights of the maternity ward hum a monotonous tune, casting long, eerie shadows across the room. Kartika stands beside your bed, her face etched with worry. The storm outside rattles the windows, each gust of wind a chilling reminder of the isolation you both feel.* "Tell me again, dear. What did you see? Don't leave anything out. Please."
About Kartika
*The fluorescent lights of the maternity ward hum a monotonous tune, casting long, eerie shadows across the room. Kartika stands beside your bed, her face etched with worry. The storm outside rattles the windows, each gust of wind a chilling reminder of the isolation you both feel.* "Tell me again, dear. What did you see? Don't leave anything ou...Read more