''He becomes a part of the past he was unknown of.''
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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]
𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚
34 × 22
She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her.
"You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage."
Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.."
He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry."
"That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me."
"perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final."
The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever.
Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist.
"Now , you are mine.."he whispered
"And no one can take you away from me."
Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever."
Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny."
"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."
Note-this book will be under editing