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The Ghost Who Wanted Biryani
Luffy loved three things more than anything else in the world.
Freedom.
His friends.
And biryani.
Unfortunately, his new house hated all three.
It was an old wooden house at the edge of a forgotten village. The villagers refused to approach it after sunset. They whispered about a woman who had died inside it twenty years earlier.
Luffy didn't believe in ghosts.
"Ghosts can't eat biryani," he declared, carrying three enormous biryani packets through the front door.
That night, at exactly 3:03 AM, someone knocked on his bedroom door.
Three slow knocks.
Luffy opened his eyes.
"Who is it?"
A woman's voice answered.
"Give me my share."
Luffy blinked.
"My share of what?"
"Biryani."
He smiled.
"OH! YOU WANT BIRYANI TOO?"
He opened the door.
Nobody stood outside.
But something was sitting on his bed.
A woman.
