Majestic Brother

Moonlit Bond & Mysteries

As Parth rushed back to the massage station, his mind was filled with worry for Bhav. He couldn't shake off the fear that something might have happened to his little brother while he was away. With each step, his heart pounded louder, and he prayed that Bhav would be safe.

As he approached the station, he saw the familiar sign and his pace quickened even more. Pushing open the door, he called out urgently, "Bhav! Bhav, are you here?"

There was a moment of tense silence, and then he heard Bhav's voice coming from one of the rooms. "Bhaiya? Is that you?"

Relief washed over Parth as he hurriedly made his way towards the room. He found Bhav sitting on the massage table, looking slightly confused by Parth's sudden return.

"Bhav, thank goodness you're okay," Parth said, his voice still shaky with worry.

Bhav's confusion turned into concern. "Bhaiya, what's wrong? Why are you so worried?" he asked, getting off the table and approaching his big brother.

As Parth was about to tell Bhav why he was worried when a faint sound caught his attention. It was the sound of someone eating and relishing their food. He turned his head towards the source of the noise and saw an old man sitting at a corner, enjoying the snacks that Bhav had given him.

Bhav, with his ever-compassionate nature, approached the old man and asked, "Do you need anything else, uncle? Are you feeling better now?"

The old man looked up at Bhav with a warm smile and said, "Thank you, my dear boy. Your kindness and generosity have filled my heart with joy. You truly are a little angel."

Parth was taken aback by the scene before him. He asked Bhav, "Who is this man, and what is he doing here?"

Bhav explained, "Well, bhaiya, he knocked on the door of the massage station looking tired and hungry. I couldn't bear to see him in distress, so I offered him some water and snacks. He seemed so grateful, and I couldn't say no."

As Parth looked at the old man suspiciously, he couldn't shake off the feeling of trepidation. There was something strange about the old man, and his sudden appearance in the massage station raised his concern.

But Bhav, ever the optimist, seemed unfazed by any potential danger. He smiled at the old man and said, "I'm glad you liked the snacks, uncle. If you need anything else, just let us know."

The old man chuckled softly and patted Bhav's head affectionately. "You're a kind-hearted boy, my dear. May the universe bless you abundantly for your generosity."

As the old man finished his snacks and Bhav bid him farewell, Parth stepped forward with a serious expression on his face. "Sir, I must thank you for your kind words, but we need to close the massage parlor now. I'm afraid we cannot offer any further assistance."

The old man nodded understandingly and said, "Of course, young man. I appreciate your hospitality. You and your brother have been most kind."

As Parth and Bhav turned to open the door, they were met with an unexpected obstacle. The door jammed and wouldn't budge. Parth tried to push it open with force, but it seemed as if some unseen force was keeping it shut.

Suddenly, a chilling laughter filled the air, and the lights in the massage parlor flickered ominously. Parth's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a surge of fear coursing through him. He turned around, only to witness a horrifying transformation before his eyes.

The old man's appearance changed drastically. His eyes turned blood-red, and his teeth elongated into sharp fangs. His skin took on a deathly pallor, and he grew taller and more menacing. The truth was undeniable – the old man was no ordinary human. He was a vampire.