THE DEATH BED | #WITWC2025

THE DEATH BED | #WITWC2025

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''He becomes a part of the past he was unknown of.'' --- Surjyo Sengupta, a pragmatic archaeology student, finds his modern world colliding with a haunting past. Lost in a dense, storm-ravaged jungle, his only hope for shelter is an abandoned mansion. Inside, a perplexing scent of jasmine fills the decaying air, unsettling him. His professional curiosity, however, overpowers his unease. While exploring, he discovers an anomaly that defies all logic: a perfectly preserved four-poster bed. This pristine object seems to call to him. Exhausted, Surjyo surrenders to its inexplicable comfort. His rest is shattered by a vivid, terrifying dream. He is an unwilling witness to a century-old murder, a scene of shocking brutality where a beautiful woman is chained to the very bed he now occupies. A group of people condemn her as a witch, but her pleas are heartbreaking; she insists she is innocent, performing a ritual to call home her beloved husband, Rudra. As her life is tragically cut short, her last breath is a chilling promise. Surjyo's terror peaks when he sees a man in a photograph who is her husband-and his spitting image. Waking in a cold sweat, Surjyo's panic turns to dread. The whisper, soft and chillingly intimate, confirms his worst fears: a love story twisted into a tale of vengeance, and a tragic past that has been waiting for its lost husband to return. The bed, a hauntingly beautiful relic of a tragic past, is no longer a place of rest-it's a trap, a haunted trap, and Surjyo is its prisoner. Her story is far from over, and now he is a part of her story. A very central one. BASED ON THE PROMPT OF THE CONTEST- WHAT IN THE WATTPAD?!- ONE BED..AND ITS HAUNTED! [REPUBLISHED ON OCT 24, 2025]
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βœ­β‹†π“π‘π«π’π₯π₯𝐞𝐫 πƒπšπ«π€ π‘π¨π¦πšπ§πœπžβ‹†βœ­ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

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