Synopsis

The familiar scent of lavender usually calmed Jiya, but today, the laundry’s aroma felt like a suffocating shroud. A dress, not hers, lay folded amongst her garments – a vibrant emerald silk she’d never seen before. The unsettling discovery spiraled into a chilling revelation: the worker who had dyed it was dead. A wave of dread washed over Jiya as she pieced together the fragments of truth. The murdered man had been the one who touched the dress, imbued with its color and, unknowingly, with