Loving darkness isn't easy, right? Sandhya, a beautiful Kathak dancer with captivating grey eyes, fell for a devil disguised as a man. Karan Singh Rathore, the feared Mafia King, was a demon who thrived on cruelty and terror.
Despite her soft heart...
Keep in mind that this is all fictional and unrelated to real life.
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After a while, Gunisha started feeling dizzy, her vision blurring as the room seemed to spin. Parul's heart pounded in her chest as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows that danced across the walls, and every creak and groan of the house seemed amplified in the silence.
Parul's breathing quickened as she glanced at Gunisha, whose pallor had turned ghostly. The air felt thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from upstairs, followed by a chilling, unnatural wail that sent shivers down their spines.
Parul grabbed Gunisha's arm, her voice trembling, "We need to get out of here, now."
But as they turned toward the door, it slammed shut with a force that shook the walls. The temperature in the room plummeted, and their breath became visible in the frigid air. An overwhelming sense of dread enveloped them as an unseen presence seemed to close in, its malevolence palpable.
Gunisha's dizziness worsened, and she clung to Parul for support. The wail from upstairs grew louder, morphing into a guttural growl that reverberated through the floorboards. Parul's mind raced, every instinct screaming at her to flee, but they were trapped, paralyzed by fear and the horrifying realization that they were not alone.
As the growl grew closer, a whispering voice filled the room, speaking in a language they couldn't understand but knew instinctively was a curse. The shadows on the walls twisted and writhed, taking on nightmarish forms. Desperation gripped Parul as she searched for a way out, her eyes darting around the room, only to find the windows barred and the door unyielding.
Gunisha's strength waned, and she collapsed to the floor, her eyes wide with terror. Parul knelt beside her, holding her friend's hand, whispering words of comfort she didn't believe. The room grew darker, the air thicker, as the oppressive presence closed in around them, their fate sealed in the horror that had claimed the house.
Tears of fear welled up in Parul's eyes as Gunisha had fainted, leaving her feeling utterly alone. Parul clutched her locket and, with a heavy voice, cried out, "Stop, don't do this, I am scared." She spoke with a lot of innocence, her voice trembling as she sobbed.
Parul, crying, got up from there and ran towards her room. As she hurried down the stairs, she shouted, "You are very bad!"
Parul ran to her room, closed the door, lay down on the bed, and started crying because she was now broken inside.
