haunted.

prologue

The grand, sprawling mansion stood at the end of a long, winding driveway, shrouded in mist and mystery. Its old-world charm, with ivy creeping up the stone walls and ancient oak trees casting long shadows across the grounds, had captivated Rohit and Virat the moment they laid eyes on it. The promise of a new beginning in this historic house felt like a dream come true.

Rohit, a dedicated and ambitious CEO, had seen this as the perfect escape from the city's relentless pace. He envisioned weekends spent relaxing on the veranda and quiet evenings by the fireplace, sharing stories with Virat. But his demanding career meant he was often away, leaving his stay-at-home husband to tend to the house and their lives within its walls.

As the days turned into weeks, Rohit's absences grew longer. The once enchanting mansion now seemed to loom with a quiet malevolence in Virat's solitude. The creaking floorboards, the whispering winds through the corridors, and the faint, ghostly reflections in the antique mirrors began to erode his peace.

Virat, with his boundless energy and warmth, initially embraced the challenge of managing the household. But soon, he found himself drawn into the house's dark secrets. Eerie visions plagued his days and nights—flickering shadows in the corners of his eyes, whispered voices echoing through empty rooms, and glimpses of figures long gone but never truly forgotten.

In the dimly lit study, Virat sat across from Rohit, his hands trembling as he recounted the haunting images that plagued his every moment.

"Rohit, I... I keep seeing things," Virat began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Faces in the mirrors, shadows moving where they shouldn't be. It's like the house is alive, whispering secrets I can't understand."

Rohit, buried under a pile of papers and lost in the world of business, glanced up, his brow furrowing in mild annoyance. "Virat, darling, it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. You're spending too much time alone in this old house. We'll get you out more, maybe take a trip somewhere."

But Virat's fears persisted, gnawing at his sanity with each passing day. He tried to shake off the feeling of unease, but the house seemed to conspire against him, its ancient walls closing in with every step.

One night, as Virat wandered the darkened halls, a chill crept up his spine. He turned a corner and froze, his heart pounding in his chest. There, at the end of the corridor, stood a figure cloaked in darkness, its features twisted into a sinister grin.

Virat's breath caught in his throat as he stared into the hollow eyes of the woman, her gaze burning into his soul. He tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. With a shiver of dread, he stumbled backward, his pulse racing with terror.

But when he finally found the courage to look again, the figure had vanished, leaving behind only the echoes of her twisted laughter lingering in the empty air.

Virat's mind reeled with fear and confusion, but when he tried to confide in Rohit once more, his husband's dismissive words only deepened his sense of isolation. Trapped in a house that seemed to feed on his darkest fears, Virat was left to confront the horrors lurking within its ancient walls, with no one to turn to but himself.

"I want you" whispered the winds in his ears, making his spine shudder in fear.

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