Whispers of The Forgotten Ones
Ragini was only searching for peace.
The city had taken everything from her-her family, her happiness, her sanity.
So when someone suggested a quiet, forgotten village, she thought it would be the fresh start she desperately needed.
Also a hope to find her missing family.
But the moment she arrives, she knows something is wrong.
The silence isn't peaceful-it's suffocating.
The villagers don't smile, don't laugh, don't even look her in the eye.
It's as if they're hiding something... or hiding from something.
At night, Ragini hears them.
Whispers in the wind, voices calling her name.
Shadows slip across the walls, following her no matter how quickly she turns.
Doors creak open on their own, and once, just once, she swears she saw a hand pressed against her window from the inside.
Still, she stays-because she has to. Somewhere in this cursed place, she believes she will find the truth about her missing family.
And then she meets him.
A stranger with eyes that burn like he's known her forever.
A man who appears when she needs him most... yet vanishes without explanation.
There's something about him that pulls her closer, even when every instinct tells her to run.
But Ragini doesn't realize the danger until it's too late.
Because the village around her... isn't what it seems.
Every corner drips with secrets, every silence hides a voice, and every path pulls her deeper into something she cannot escape.
The ground itself reeks of betrayal and blood.
The halls of broken houses are filled with spirits that have waited centuries for her return.
And somewhere in the darkness, a force far more dangerous than she can imagine is waiting... watching... smiling.
What is this place that should not exist?
Who is pulling her deeper into its shadows?
And why does every step forward feel like she is walking into a life she has already lived before ?
Because some stories don't end with death.
Some curses never fade.
And some love stories are written not in destiny-but in blood.
