Demon's Physco obsession

Caged

Ankita blinked in the bright sunlight, rubbing her eyes to dispel the remnants of sleep. Sitting up, she surveyed her surroundings with wide eyes, shocked to find herself back in her childhood home, a place filled with memories of her parents when they were still alive. Letting out a sigh of relief, she realized that the previous events had all been bad dreams. However, her brow furrowed when she noticed that the house was empty. Clicking her tongue, she assumed her parents must be in the fields. Rising to her feet, she folded the mat she had been sleeping on and splashed water on her face from a nearby bucket.

Feeling refreshed, she opened the door, only to be greeted by dense fog surrounding the house. Her face scrunched in confusion as she wondered why there was so much fog in summer; even during winter, the village rarely experienced such dense fog. Suddenly, she gasped as the fog began to envelop her. She tried to move back to escape it, but she found herself frozen in place, completely wrapped in the fog.

Squeezing her eyes shut in fear of something bad happening, she opened them again when she heard the cheerful chirping of birds. Her forehead scrunched in confusion at the abrupt change of scene. Instead of standing in front of her house, she now found herself in front of a lush meadow, surrounded by the vibrant colours of spring. Her frown deepened when she spotted a silhouette near the stream.

As she stepped forward, she froze when she heard the sound of anklets jingling. Looking down at her legs, she was startled to see herself dressed in a stunning bridal outfit, adorned with gold and sparkling diamonds. Her hands were filled with bangles of gold and diamonds, and her lehenga was intricately embellished with shimmering sequins. The dupatta draped over her was as if it had been woven from golden threads. Overall, Ankita looked like a dev Kanya, a divine damsel.

Slowly, she moved toward the silhouette by the stream. As she drew closer, she recognized the figure. When she placed her hand on his shoulder, he jerked slightly and turned to face her. Ankita gasped in surprise, realizing that the person standing in front of her was none other than Nandan.

"Nandu!" she exclaimed, her smile widening and her eyes sparkling with happiness. "What are you doing here?" she asked, excitement lacing her tone. "And what are you wearing?" she added, as her gaze roamed over his attire.

Nandan wore a white kurta paired with white pyjamas. His face radiated an unknown glow. The smile on his face was peaceful and serene. Ankita could not point out the reason for Nandan's expressions.

"Where are we?" Ankita asked again, breaking the silence. Nandan stood there, staring at her with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Where are we?" Ankita asked again, breaking the silence. Nandan stood there, staring at her with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she asked, blushing and covering her face with her palms.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's starting to creep me out," Ankita said, her hands trembling at her sides as she clenched the fabric of her lehenga. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Despite her persistent inquiries, Nandan remained silent, his eyes fixed on her, the mysterious smile still on his face.

"Why aren't you saying anything? At least tell me where we are," Ankita asked him again, her voice quivering with fear and impatience.

"You shouldn't be here," Nandan mumbled softly, the smile still lingering on his face.

"You shouldn't be here either. Come on, let's get out of here," Ankita said, holding his hand and tugging at him, but Nandan did not budge. Instead, he freed his hand from her grasp and turned away.

"You should leave," he repeated in the same soft tone.

"No," Ankita snapped. "Why are you behaving like this?" Her voice trembled as her eyes welled with tears. "What happened to our promise of forever together?" she asked, her face contorted in sadness.