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Chapter 7

I was woken up by the alarm at six in the morning. My head was pounding hard while my ears were buzzing with the sounds of hammering  and drilling. I was terrified as last night’s horrifying experience was still fresh in my mind.

Hoping that everything was a nightmare, I was elated to find myself alive. Mentally deciding to gulp an Aspirin after breakfast, I decided to start my day on a positive note.

Rubbing my forehead, I opened my eyes only to receive another shock.
I realized my nightmare was unfortunately a truth. The terrifying encounter with a headless spirit of a young lad had left me exasperated. I could feel an intense pain shooting up from the back of my neck and reaching down my spine.

My cozy bedroom which was meticulously decorated by my beautiful wife was transformed into shambles. My wardrobe was ruined and all the clothes were lying all over the room. The expensive dresses of my wife were kept in a messy pile on the floor while my clothes were drenched in water.

The teal pillows were ripped with their Recron fiber lying all over the room. The lamp beside my bedtable was shattered into pieces. Each and everything in my room was ruined into shambles. My room which was perfect till yesterday needed to be renovated at the earliest.

I touched my lip as I got up from my bed and walked to the restroom. My lower lip had traces of blood dried up over the night. Looking myself in the mirror, I flinched hard. I could trace the bluish-black mark of five fingers on my right cheek indicating that I was slapped by a paranormal being. Marks of large fingers on my neck were a terrifying proof of the assault I had undergone on the previous night. My hands began to tremble as I washed my face with cold water repeatedly.

Coming back to my senses, I began cleaning my room. I was really upset at the thought of washing all my clothes again. Sighing in exasperation, I glanced towards the vanity table where I found a paper over which something was scribbled in blue ink.

Picking up the paper, I read,

Dear Ved

I am warning you for the last time. Stop bothering my brother and my girlfriend for your own good.

I know you are going to meet my girl today. Don’t you dare make her feel uncomfortable.

I will be there, right beside you when you will meet Priya.

You have fifteen days to find out the truth and I will help you in the process but if you fail, on the sixteenth day, I will kill you. You see, I am really bored in this unadventurous afterlife. I need a good company to have some good amount of enjoyment ;)

Thanks for the wine though. It was my favorite brand.

With love
A ♥️

A small chuckle escaped from my lips when I realized that Radhika was right judging him as a mad man. I wondered why he was after the poor girl's life even when he was dead. I disliked his possessive nature but a sharp pain on my busted lip was a constant reminder that I was not supposed to meddle in the personal life of Ansh Awasthy especially when he was no more.

My heart pained at the thought of Ansh Awasthy, a twenty five year old man being dead. Having lost my father an year ago, I could relate with the void Ansh’s family would feel when they would know that they won’t be able to meet Ansh ever again. Their reactions would be soul-shattering but they deserved to know the truth, I deduced.

After plugging in my phone on the charger, I decided to plan my day mentally while I cleaned the room but not before clicking the pictures. As I threw the wine bottle in the trash can, I was disheartened imagining the reaction of my wife after all, her anniversary gift was ruined by a spirit. I decided to gather proofs in the direction of Ansh's death and then, inform the Awasthy family about the loss.

My trance of thoughts were broken when my phone rang. A relaxed smile played on my lips looking at the beautiful picture of my wife who was calling me.

“Good morning, hubby”, she chirped on the other side as soon as I received the call.

“When are you coming back, Anvita?” I asked in a troubled voice. I wondered if my wife would be safe in our house all alone if that headless Ansh chose to drop in at my house ever again. I was terrified at the thought of him troubling my wife or manhandling her like he did to me. Moreover, I knew that she would be scared like hell if ever she encountered something ghostly like I did last night.

“Are you okay?”, my wife asked me with concern laced in her voice and I broke down.

Sobbing loudly, I narrated each and every instance of the previous night. I was terrified that my wife would not believe in anything I would say about the headless ghost that claimed to be the spirit of none other than Ansh Awasthy.

I had expected my wife to insist me seeking psychological help but much to my surprise, Anvita consoled me. She told me that she was returning the next day which meant I was all alone at the house for another night. I dreaded staying alone but at the same time, I was delighted that my wife did not accuse me of being a mental patient.

“Ved, check the connectivity of that lane and stay safe”, Anvita mumbled along with other sweet-nothings trying to mellow down my horrors before she disconnected the call.

With newly found zeal, I cleaned my house quickly and gobbled a bowl of Muesli with milk after taking a relaxing, warm shower. I called my colleague,  Rahul and insisted him to meet me at Community Park of South Delhi where Ansh Awasthy relished his evenings.

While driving to the destination, I asked my subordinate, Radhika to arrange something written by Ansh Awasthy after all, I wanted to match the handwriting of the ghostly creature whom I met yesterday with that of the original Ansh who had been disappeared since Thursday.

I wanted to tell my team about my terrific experience last night but I decided not to do so after all, it would yield nothing. I was sure people would suggest me to seek psychological help but in reality, I had to find out the truth behind the death of Ansh Awasthy and get rid from the deadly headless ghost. With high adrenaline levels, I began my day.

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Hi everyone

Thank God, Ved is alive.

The plot is getting murkier, I guess.

So, Ved will be meeting Priya along with Ansh.

How would you rate Ansh’s possessiveness for Priya? I find it dangerous 🙁

I will be back soon, till then hit at 🌟 button and share this story with your friends.

With immense love
♥️