Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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Tara's heartbeat grew louder as the iron gate closed behind them with a heavy clang. The road ahead was narrow and filled with mud, surrounded by tall trees that blocked every bit of light. It looked like even the moon didn’t want to shine here.
She looked out the window—everything was dark and eerie. The car moved slowly, its headlights barely lighting the road. Tara could only see fog and shadows.
And then… she saw it. A mansion stood ahead, hidden deep inside the jungle like a secret no one wanted to talk about. Her eyes widened. It looked like something out of a horror movie.
The walls were old and dirty, with green moss growing on them. Vines and creepers covered the windows like they were trying to pull the mansion back into the forest. The paint has peeled off. The balcony railings were rusty. Some windows were broken, others shut with wooden planks. The whole place gave off a haunted vibe.
Tara’s stomach twisted. Where has he brought me? The car finally stopped in front of the huge, broken-down entrance. The driver didn’t say a word. Viraj opened his door and stepped out like he owned the place. One of his men came to open Tara’s side. She hesitated but knew she had no choice.
As she stepped out, the wind hit her face—cold, moist, and strange. The ground was full of dead leaves. The tiles of the porch were cracked, and one of the brass lion-head knockers on the door was hanging loose.
Tara looked at Viraj. “You brought me to this… haunted place?”
Viraj gave a half-smile. “Looks scary, doesn’t it? That’s the beauty of it. No one comes here. No one watches. No one questions.”
Tara's fists clenched. “You're sick.”
Viraj didn’t even flinch. “I’ve been called worse.”
The huge wooden doors creaked open slowly, the sound echoing like a warning bell in the silent jungle.
Tara stood at the doorstep, her eyes fixed on the dark hall ahead—but her mind? It was somewhere else completely. Her head felt heavy. Her heart was tired. Memories from the past, pain from the present, and the never-ending trauma of all those years—they all came rushing in like a storm.
She wasn’t even sure what she was thinking anymore. Her legs felt weak. Her breath was uneven. She was too broken to tell right from wrong.
The hall inside looked just as terrifying—dark, dusty, and dead. Like a place where time had stopped long ago. The guards entered first, followed by Viraj, who walked like he owned the shadows. Calm, silent, dangerous.
Tara didn’t move. She just stood there, numb.
Her heart started pounding harder—like it was trying to break free from her chest. Her hands were trembling, her face was pale, and sweat covered her skin. She took one shaky step forward… but something inside her snapped.
