haunted.

fight.

Edmund's inner turmoil was a storm raging within him, a relentless battle between his malevolent will and Virat's desperate attempts to reclaim control. Every time Virat's consciousness surfaced, it was like a spark of light in the oppressive darkness, but Edmund was quick to snuff it out.

In the grand study of the mansion, Edmund stood before a mirror, staring at Virat's reflection. For a brief moment, Virat's eyes softened, filled with pain and determination. "Edmund," Virat's voice broke through, strained but resolute. "You won't win. I'll never stop fighting you."

Edmund's face contorted with anger. "You're nothing but a weak vessel, Virat. Your struggles are futile." He slammed his fist against the table, the impact reverberating through the room.

Virat's reflection flickered, his eyes pleading. "Please, Edmund, let me go. Let Rohit go. This isn't who you are."

A bitter laugh escaped Edmund's lips. "Who I am? You think you know me?" He leaned closer to the mirror, his breath fogging the glass. "I am power. I am control. And you, Virat, are nothing more than a shell for my desires."

But inside, the turmoil raged on. Edmund could feel Virat's resistance, a constant pressure at the edges of his consciousness. It was infuriating, this incessant fight, and it made his control feel less absolute, more tenuous.

Turning away from the mirror, Edmund paced the room, his mind a battlefield. "You're a fool, Virat," he muttered to himself. "Thinking you can stand against me. I own you."

Suddenly, Virat's voice echoed within his mind, stronger than before. "You may control my body, but you'll never control my spirit. And Rohit will never stop fighting for me."

Edmund's grip tightened on the edge of the desk, his knuckles white. "Rohit," he spat. "That pathetic devotion will be his undoing." He focused, pushing Virat's consciousness back with a surge of dark energy, silencing him once more.

Edmund strode through the mansion, seeking out Rohit. He found him in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor, his movements slow and painful. Edmund's presence filled the room like a suffocating fog.

"Rohit," he called out, his voice dripping with malice. "Feeling tired?"

Rohit looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and fear. "I'm doing what you asked, Edmund. Please, don't hurt Virat."

Edmund sneered, enjoying the sight of Rohit's broken spirit. "You think your obedience protects him? It amuses me, Rohit. Your suffering, his suffering—it's all a game to me." He stepped closer, his eyes dark and menacing. "But don't forget, the moment you slip, the moment you defy me, Virat will pay the price."

Inside, Virat's spirit roared in defiance, pushing against Edmund's control. Edmund stumbled slightly, clutching his head as the internal struggle intensified. "You won't win, Virat," he hissed. "You're weak."

But Virat's presence surged, his voice clear and strong. "I'm not weak, Edmund. Love makes me strong. And Rohit's love for me, my love for him—that's something you'll never understand."

Edmund's control wavered for a heartbeat, his grip on Virat's body tightening painfully. "Enough!" he roared, sending another wave of agony through Virat's body. Virat screamed, and the sound tore through Rohit's heart.

"Please, stop!" Rohit begged, falling to his knees. "I'll do anything. Just stop hurting him!"

Edmund's eyes gleamed with triumph as he reasserted his dominance. "Remember this pain, Rohit. It's a reminder of who holds the power here." He turned away, leaving Rohit sobbing on the floor.

As he walked away, the inner battle continued to rage. Virat's spirit was battered but not broken, a constant thorn in Edmund's side. And though Edmund maintained his cruel grip, he couldn't shake the feeling that his control was slipping, that Virat's defiance was growing stronger with each passing moment. The fight was far from over, and deep down, Edmund knew that the real battle had only just begun.