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The soft rustling of the sheets seemed to magnify the restlessness within Shanya as she tried to sleep, her body was weary, each muscle aching from the evening's fun but sleep remained stubbornly out of reach. The room was shrouded in dim, ambient light, the shadows dancing across the walls in rhythm with her racing thoughts, tormented by vivid recollections of the black roses and the unsettling note, she was thinking what in the world has happened, the words of the host keeps resurfacing her mind making her groan.
"That's just in your head Shanaya" she consoled herself trying to sleep but still the memories of black roses and the note keeps on getting back to her.
"Isiliye mummy kahti thi ki bekar ki horror, mysterious, kala Jadoo aur tantra mantra ke podcast na dekha Karu, ab regret ho raha hai"
(That's why my mom used to say that I shouldn't watch those useless horror, mysteries, black magic, or occult podcasts now I regret it.)
She groaned as the previous encounters only made her remember the black magic stuffs and the word possession getting the best out of her thinking if some dark spirit wants to possess her, all the baseless and useless thoughts consumed her which was due to overdose of the shity things filled in her brain.
As she closed her eyes, trying to escape the turmoil of thoughts, his image immediately invaded her thoughts. His eyes-dark, piercing, and impossibly intense-seemed to be etched behind her eyelids. They were a haunting presence, their gaze so penetrating it felt as though they could see right into her soul despite their brief encounter. Each time she tried to focus on something else, those eyes reappeared, unbidden and unsettling. His eyes, filled with a mysterious depth, they seemed to hold secrets and intentions she couldn't decipher, only deepening the sense of unease.
"Is that bastard the one who'll try to do black magic or that host fucker is?" She cursed while sitting on the bed and checked the clock which showed 1:30 am, she was feeling restless and couldn't go to Aditi or anyone as they all must be sleeping by now.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of unease and restlessness, she fled her room and made her way to the mansion's terrace. The night was enveloped in a heavy, oppressive darkness, and the terrace, usually a place of serenity, now felt like a vast, lonely expanse. dressed in a baggy grey lower and a sleeveless black top, and to shield herself from the chilly night air, she had thrown on a large, shirt, its fabric draping loosely over her and offering a semblance of comfort.
As she stepped out, the night breeze greeted her with a sharp, biting chill, contrasting starkly with the warmth of her room. The terrace was dimly illuminated by the faint glow of distant city lights and a sliver of moon that cast long, soft shadows. The railing, cold and unyielding, seemed to anchor her as she leaned against it, trying to steady her racing heart and calm her troubled mind.
