Misc. Erotica HAVELI (PAST AND PRESENT)

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In 1989, inside the Singh Haveli in Pratapgarh, a man and a woman stand in the dimly lit courtyard, their shadows stretching against the weathered stone walls. The atmosphere is thick with tension and uncertainty.


The woman, her voice tinged with unease, whispers, should we be here?
"It's all rumors", he said. 
"We should come during the day. The night... it’s too scary."the woman whisper 

The man, more confident, replies with a steady voice, "At night, it's easier to hide. Are you sure the treasure is really there?"

She hesitates, glancing around nervously. "But it’s said to be cursed. Everyone who's gone looking for it met a strange end."

He scoffs, shaking his head. "It would be foolish to leave behind so much gold and treasure just because of a rumor. My father used to say the gold here is worth thirty times more than the villa, the property, and all the money we have now."

They stand in uneasy silence, the weight of their words hanging in the air, as though the ancient walls of the haveli are listening closely.


The couple steps cautiously into the Singh Haveli, the once-grand structure now cloaked in darkness and decay. The air inside feels colder, the scent of dust and neglect hanging heavy. Each creak of the old wooden floorboards echoes through the halls as they search for the rumored secret room.

After what feels like hours, they find it—hidden behind a false wall. As the man pushes it open, a flurry of bats bursts from the room, filling the air with chaotic flapping. The woman flinches, her breath catching, but they press on, determined.

Inside the room, dim moonlight spills through a cracked window, revealing dust-covered furniture and cobwebs. They begin searching through the relics of the past, until the man’s hand lands on something cold and solid—a mysterious box, worn with time. His heart races as he lifts it, wondering if this could be the treasure.

Suddenly, a soft sound breaks the silence. Something is moving nearby.

He freezes. His eyes dart around the dark room. "Where's my wife?" he thinks, a sudden chill crawling up his spine.

He turns quickly, only to realize—his wife is gone.

Panic floods him as he calls her name, his voice echoing off the walls. There is no answer, only an unsettling silence. He stumbles through the dark, searching frantically. As he moves toward the upper quarter, he hears faint sounds—footsteps? A whisper?

Climbing the stairs, his heart pounding, he sees something that stops him cold—her saree, lying crumpled on the ground.

Fear surges through him. He starts running, calling her name again, but as he rounds the corner, a dark shadow emerges from the gloom, rushing toward him with an unnatural speed.

His scream pierces the night, a chilling sound that echoes outside the haveli, where the silence of the night swallows it whole.



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Kanika Singh(age-27 , height -5'5)


[img]<a href=[/img]" />Abhishek Singh(husband of Kanika ,age -32, height -5'9)

[img]<a href=[/img]" />Rudra Pratap Singh (age-26, height -6"2)


Rudra, who had been managing the Pune side of the family business, hadn't visited much in the last two years since Abhishek's marriage to Kanika. The distance between the brothers had grown—not just geographically, but emotionally as well. Rudra’s visits were few and far between, and while he was still dedicated to the family business, the bond between him and Abhishek seemed strained.

Their younger brother, still studying, had yet to join the family business. In Mumbai, Abhishek lived with Kanika, while their mother had chosen to stay with Rudra in Pune, leaving Abhishek feeling somewhat isolated. 

As Rudra stood there, offering his advice, the unspoken tension between him and Abhishek hung in the air, yet the seriousness of their financial situation brought them together, if only for this moment.


That night, as Abhishek and Rudra sat together, sipping drinks and reflecting on their struggles, their thoughts drifted to their ancestral haveli in Pratapgarh—a place that had been empty for decades, its halls gathering dust and its secrets long forgotten.

Abhishek swirled his drink and casually suggested, "Why don’t we just sell the haveli? We could use the money."

Rudra nodded thoughtfully but then added, "I agree, but you know what Ma says about the treasure there."

Abhishek scoffed. "That old story? It’s just rubbish."




Rudra smiled, but there was a seriousness in his tone. "Maybe, but what if there’s some truth in it? And even if there isn’t, why don’t we make it a hotel instead?"

Abhishek raised an eyebrow. "Where’s the money for that going to come from?"

"We wouldn’t need much," Rudra replied. "I was talking to my friend, who’s a hotelier. He’s visited the haveli and thinks we could renovate just a part of it at first. Open it in phases."

Abhishek considered this, his mind racing through the possibilities. It wasn’t a bad idea.

The next morning, he brought the idea to Kanika. Though she was now a housewife, Kanika had experience in the hotel business and her insight was invaluable. She listened carefully before nodding. "It could be done. If we turn it into a hotel, the value of the property would go up significantly. Then, if we decide to sell, we could get much more for it."

With Kanika’s approval, the plan didn’t seem as far-fetched. Abhishek knew that transforming the haveli could be the lifeline they desperately needed.



Two months later, Abhishek and Rudra's business had finally stabilized, but the idea of renovating the ancestral haveli still lingered in Abhishek's mind. Pratapgarh was a tourist hotspot, and he saw immense potential in turning the haveli into a profitable venture.

One evening, Abhishek spoke to Rudra again, reigniting the discussion about the haveli. "I've had the south wing cleaned up," Abhishek said, "but the villagers still seem to be terrified of the place. I think I’ll stay there for a while, try to end their fears."

For the next few weeks, Abhishek lived alone in the haveli, a bold move meant to show the locals that there was nothing to fear. The eerie silence of the old mansion didn’t bother him—he was determined to see the project through.

Now, it was time for Kanika to join him. She had her own plans for the haveli, bringing her expertise in the hotel business to the table. With the groundwork laid, Abhishek also invited Rudra to stay with them for a few days. Rudra, with his degree in architecture, could provide valuable input on the renovation, though it was clear his mind was still focused on the treasure their mother had spoken of for years.

The Singh brothers and Kanika were now ready to take the next steps, and with Pratapgarh's growing tourism, the potential seemed limitless. But as the family prepared to bring new life to the haveli, the shadow of its mysterious past still loomed.

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Day 2

On day two, with Rudra away in town for the day, Kanika's excitement about the haveli only grew. She was fascinated by the old architecture and couldn’t resist the urge to explore more of the mansion. "Come with me, Abhi," she urged, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. But Abhishek, preoccupied with other matters, shook his head.

"You go ahead," he said, half-heartedly smiling at her enthusiasm.

Undeterred, Kanika ventured off alone, ready to uncover the secrets hidden in the vast corridors and dusty rooms of the ancient haveli.


Kanika wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the haveli, her footsteps echoing against the cold stone floor. The massive structure felt alive with history, each corner holding secrets long forgotten. Dust danced in the streams of light filtering through cracked windows, illuminating the faded grandeur of the mansion. The walls were lined with old portraits, their eyes seeming to follow her as she ventured deeper into the forgotten rooms.

She found herself in a neglected library, its shelves sagging under the weight of timeworn books. The air was thick with the musty scent of old paper, and cobwebs clung to the corners of the shelves. As her fingers trailed across the spines of ancient tomes, one particularly thick, leather-bound book caught her eye. It was larger and more ornate than the others, its cover embossed with intricate patterns that had dulled with age.

Curiosity piqued, Kanika pulled the book from the shelf, blowing off a cloud of dust that lingered in the air. She opened it carefully, the brittle pages crackling under her touch. The book was filled with handwritten notes and diagrams, some of which looked like blueprints of the haveli itself.

As she flipped through the pages, something unusual caught her attention—a folded piece of parchment tucked between the pages. With trembling hands, she gently pulled it out and unfolded it on the nearby table. The parchment was old, yellowed with time, and the ink had faded slightly, but the markings were clear enough. It was a map—crude but unmistakable. The intricate lines seemed to chart out the haveli’s interior, but there were markings she didn’t recognize, pointing to hidden passages and rooms she hadn’t seen yet.

At the bottom of the map was a symbol—a strange, cryptic marking that seemed familiar. Her pulse quickened as the realization hit her: this map could lead to something long buried, perhaps connected to the treasure Rudra had spoken of.

Just then, she heard a faint sound in the distance—a creak, like a door being opened. Kanika froze, her eyes darting around the shadowy room. The haveli suddenly felt much larger and more ominous.

Kanika, her curiosity deepening, took the old book and the map with her, the strange discovery sending a shiver of excitement through her. She hurried back to where Abhishek sat, still absorbed in his thoughts.

"Look at this!" she exclaimed, holding the book open to the few filled pages and the map. But Abhishek glanced up, uninterested, shaking his head slightly.

"It's just an old book, Kanika," he said, his tone dismissive. "Probably nothing important."

Despite his lack of interest, Kanika couldn’t shake the feeling that this map, and the empty pages of the book, held more significance than they appeared. Something about it tugged at her, as if it were waiting for her to uncover more.

She told Rudra about it and he showed much more curiousity than her husband.

The following day, Kanika and Rudra delved deeper into the unexplored sections of the haveli, excitement mixed with an underlying tension. Hours passed as they wandered through dusty hallways until they stumbled upon a wall covered in an ancient, unknown script. The markings seemed eerily familiar, stirring a sense of recognition in Kanika.

"Look," she pointed to a book lying nearby, the same mysterious symbol from the previous day embossed on its cover.

Just as they were about to study it, a strange, soft sound echoed through the corridors. They followed the noise to a dark, empty room. Despite the pitch-black surroundings, a thin ray of sunlight pierced through a small crack, illuminating a lone table in the center. On the table, the symbol was once again present, along with cryptic instructions.

They followed the directions, which led them to a concealed box. As Kanika attempted to open it, Rudra, drawn by another sound, wandered off to a different room. Suddenly, a sharp scream rang out. 

"Rudra!" Kanika's heart pounded as she ran towards him, only to find him unconscious on the cold stone floor. Panicked, she sprinted to call Abhishek for help.

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When Rudra opened his eyes, he found himself lying in bed, with Abhishek and Kanika standing beside him, their faces filled with concern. His mind was clouded, unable to recall how he had ended up on the ground.

"Do you need a doctor?" Abhishek asked, his voice laced with worry.

Rudra shook his head weakly. "No... I just need some sleep," he muttered, his body still feeling heavy. He closed his eyes again, trying to shake off the strange feeling that lingered, as if something beyond exhaustion had overtaken him.


Kanika sat quietly, her thoughts swirling around the strange events that had unfolded earlier. Her eyes fell on the mysterious box, still unopened. Determined, she reached for it again, attempting to unlock its secrets. After several failed tries, she turned to the second book. As her eyes scanned the pages, she noticed instructions that matched the markings from the first book.



Carefully following the directions, she managed to open the box. Inside, there was an ornate perfume bottle and a small key. Intrigued, Kanika uncorked the bottle and dabbed a little perfume on her hand. The scent was intoxicating, rich and alluring. As the fragrance enveloped her, she felt her senses dull, a strange heaviness settling over her. Moments later, she succumbed to sleep, drifting into an unsettling slumber.


Kanika's dream unfolded like a hazy memory, a strange mixture of past and present. She found herself walking through the familiar halls of the haveli, but everything was different—alive, vibrant, as if the walls themselves pulsed with energy. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, the same intoxicating fragrance from the perfume, wrapping around her senses like a soft embrace.

She felt the coolness of an unfamiliar silk saree against her skin, a sensual, backless saree that perfectly embraced her figure. The saree was a deep crimson color with shimmering gold embroidery that highlighted her curves as she moved. The fabric flowed effortlessly, hugging her waist and hips, while leaving her smooth, bare back completely exposed, revealing the soft curve of her spine. Her hair fell in soft waves down to her shoulders. The blouse was low-cut, teasing just the right amount of skin, and the saree dbangd seductively over her body, shimmering in the dim light.
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There was an inexplicable tension in the air, a sense of mystery. As she stepped inside the haveli, she noticed familiar faces in the shadows on the walls. These faces seemed recognizable, yet distant, as though time had hidden them away.

In the distance, a man stood, his gaze fixed on her. He wore a robe reminiscent of a forgotten era, and his eyes were deep, filled with an emotion that drew her toward him. As she moved closer, the walls seemed to tremble, and the atmosphere grew hotter. Her heart raced with each step, beating faster as she approached him, feeling a connection that transcended time and words.

Suddenly, the man’s hand touched hers, and he gripped her delicate waist with a soft yet intense touch, sending a wave of warmth coursing through her body. It felt as though she had known this man before, or someone like him, in a different life—a bond beyond words and time.
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She awoke, her heart still racing, the scent of the perfume lingering in the air around her. The dream left her breathless, a mysterious sense of longing lingering in her chest.

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Kanika, still unsettled from the strange dream and the events of the previous day, felt an overwhelming urge to find answers. She moved quietly through the silent corridors of the haveli, her steps echoing off the cold stone floors. The air felt heavier now, as if the haveli itself was aware of her presence, watching her every move.

She returned to the room where Rudra had fallen unconscious, the atmosphere thick with mystery. The dim light barely illuminated the walls, which seemed to close in around her. She cautiously stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for anything that could explain what had happened.

The room was unnervingly still, but something felt off. She could sense it, a presence or an energy that lingered in the air. Her gaze fell on the corner where Rudra had collapsed, and she moved closer, searching for anything—marks on the floor, clues, or symbols like the ones she had seen before.

But the room remained quiet, offering no immediate answers. Determined, Kanika knelt, running her fingers over the cold stone floor, hoping to feel something. The scent of the perfume still clung to her skin, reminding her of the dream, the mysterious man, and the connection she couldn’t explain.

There had to be something here. Something hidden. Something that tied her dream, Rudra's fall, and the treasure map together.


As Kanika continued her investigation, the air in the room grew colder, and a strange sense of unease crept over her. She felt like something was watching her from the shadows, lurking just beyond her sight. A chill ran down her spine as she caught movement from the corner of her eye. Whatever it was, it seemed to be moving toward her.

Her heart raced, and instinctively, she backed away, ready to flee. In her panic, her foot caught on the edge of a rug, and she stumbled, falling to the floor. Her scream pierced the silence as the dark figure loomed closer, but just as quickly, she heard a familiar voice.

"Kanika, it's me," Rudra's voice broke through the tension.

Kanika exhaled, her fear easing as she realized it was Rudra standing in front of her, not some unknown threat. She quickly gathered herself, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.

As Kanika caught her breath, relief washed over her upon realizing it was Rudra. But as she stood up, she suddenly became aware that in her fall, her pallu had slipped leaving her half exposed boobs for view, and her saree had loosened slightly, leaving her feeling exposed. Flustered, she quickly adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu back into place with a nervous glance at Rudra.

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Rudra's eyes flickered momentarily, but he quickly looked away, sensing her discomfort. His expression shifted back to seriousness, a.




"Rudra!" she said, catching her breath, "What are you doing here? You should be resting."

Rudra, his gaze lingering on her for a brief moment, responded with a faint smile. "I couldn’t sleep. I came looking for answers… just like you."


As the air between them cooled and the tension subsided, Kanika turned her attention back to the room. "We’re not going to find answers standing here," she muttered, more to herself than to Rudra.

Rudra nodded, and together they continued their search. As Kanika scanned the walls, she noticed a faint outline of something hidden behind an old tapestry. She approached it and, with Rudra's help, pulled it back to reveal a door—small, worn, and almost invisible, blending into the stone wall.

"How did we miss this before?" Kanika whispered, heart racing again, but this time from the thrill of discovery. Rudra stepped closer, examining the door.

"Looks like it’s been sealed for years," he said, running his fingers along the edges. "This could be what we've been looking for."

With a determined look, Kanika tried the key she had found earlier. The old lock clicked, and the door creaked open slowly, revealing a narrow staircase descending into darkness.

Without hesitation, they exchanged a glance and stepped forward, unaware of what awaited them below.

Rudra pov: few moments ago

Rudra woke up feeling rejuvenated, as if a new surge of energy was coursing through him. He couldn't recall the specifics of what happened in the room before he lost consciousness, and his curiosity drove him to investigate further.

When he entered the room again, he found Kanika there. She looked visibly unsettled, her fear palpable. However, what captured Rudra's attention was her appearance—her deep cleavage was prominently visible, with no pallu covering it. The sight was striking and left an impression on him, though it was only for a brief moment. 

As he tried to shake off the lingering image, both Rudra and Kanika focused on finding the script they needed.



Now:

As Rudra and Kanika examined the old scriptures on the wall, they both noticed that the script was unlike anything they had seen before. Intricate carvings and symbols intertwined, depicting scenes from what appeared to be an ancient story. The deeper they looked, the more it became apparent that these were not ordinary stories.

Kanika’s hand brushed across a section of the wall, revealing more of the faded carvings. “Look here,” she whispered, pointing to a sequence of images that appeared to tell a tale from the past. The figures were artistically carved, showing men and women in close, intimate settings, their bodies intertwined in what seemed to be passionate embraces. It was a reflection of ancient rituals, relationships, and connections—more sensual than anything Kanika had ever seen in historical texts.

“These... these are stories from centuries ago,” Rudra said, his voice low, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the energy in the room. “It’s like they’re telling us about the lives of the people who once lived here.”


The carvings illustrated not just physical intimacy, but a deeper connection between lovers, seemingly tied to the haveli’s rich history. The lovers were shown in moments of union, perhaps part of ancient rituals meant to bring prosperity or even unlock secrets—maybe the very secrets of the haveli they were now standing in.

Kanika’s breath caught as she traced the details of one such scene, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. “Do you think this is tied to the treasure? Or something more?” she asked, glancing at Rudra.

Rudra was silent for a moment, studying the carvings. “It’s possible these stories hold the key to understanding the haveli’s past. Perhaps these intimate tales are more than just stories—maybe they are a clue, or a warning.”

The air in the room grew heavier, as if the ancient energies were waking up with their discoveries. The past seemed to blend with the present, and as they stood there, th
e symbols on the wall seemed to pulse with a life of their own.








The morning sun filtered through the old, cracked windows of the haveli, casting soft golden light on the ancient walls. Abhishek sat at the breakfast table, looking out at the sprawling courtyard.


Kanika, seated beside him, looked deep in thought as she sipped her tea, her eyes occasionally glancing toward the south wing where they had made their discoveries. Rudra, who had joined them late after a restless night, appeared unusually quiet.

Breaking the silence, Abhishek cleared his throat. "I think we should take all go the the near by village " he suggested, his voice cutting through the morning calm. "There are some errands we need to take care of in the nearby town. It’ll be good to step out and know the area. What do you both think?"


Kanika hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. "Alright. It might be good to clear our heads. I could use a break from all the dust and mystery for a while." She smiled faintly at Abhishek, though her mind was clearly still focused on the haveli.

"Great," Abhishek said, relieved that they were all on the same page. "Let’s head out in an hour. We can pick up some supplies, do some research, and maybe even get some answers."



As the trio prepared to head to town, Kanika decided to dress for the occasion, choosing a saree that hugged her form in all the right places. The soft, flowing fabric was a deep, rich shade of maroon, with golden embroidery tracing the edges, giving her an air of understated elegance. The saree's blouse, fitted snugly, accentuated her figure, with a delicate, plunging neckline that hinted at her curves without revealing too much. Her long hair was pinned up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her face, adding to her allure.

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As she adjusted her pallu over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The saree brought out her natural beauty, making her look effortlessly graceful yet undeniably sensual. She smiled, knowing that this choice of attire might turn a few heads in town, especially Abhishek's. It wasn't often she dress saree.

When she walked out of the room, both Abhishek and Rudra paused for a moment. Abhishek smiled approvingly, but Rudra’s eyes lingered for just a second longer than necessary. Kanika, noticing this, quickly looked away, feeling a sudden tension in the air.

"Ready to go?" Abhishek asked, breaking the moment.

"Yes," Kanika replied, smoothing down her saree. "Let’s get out of here for a while."

The three of them headed towards the car, the warmth of the morning sun contrasting with the lingering mystery that still clung to the ancient walls of the haveli.

Kanika saw a strange make that had been carved inside the mysterious room on the hand of an old man.
Rudra and Kanika approached the elderly man selling antiques, their curiosity piqued after the strange events at the haveli. They exchanged a glance before Rudra took the lead, asking casually, “We’ve been staying at the old Singh haveli. Do you know anything about its history?”

The man, who had been polishing a brass trinket, froze for a moment. His eyes darted up to meet theirs, and a shadow seemed to pass over his face. “The Singh haveli?” he muttered, his voice low. “Why are you asking about that place?”

Kanika noticed his hesitation. "We found some old things inside," she said softly. "Books, symbols... we thought you might know something."

The man’s expression turned cautious. "That place... is best left alone. No good has ever come from those walls. The people in the village... they fear it for a reason."

Rudra leaned in slightly, not letting up. "We’re not here to chase rumors. We need real information. What do you know about it? What’s the connection with the treasure that’s rumored to be hidden there?"

The man’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of treasure. He looked around as if making sure no one was listening, and then lowered his voice. "There are stories, yes, but not all of them are about treasure. Some say the place is cursed. Others... well, they say the treasure is real but guarded by something darker."

Kanika felt a shiver as she exchanged a glance with Rudra. “Please,” she pressed, her voice more urgent now. “We need to know more. What aren’t you telling us?”

The man hesitated again, but seeing their determination, he finally sighed. "Alright, but this isn’t the place to talk. Meet me tomorrow, at dawn, near the waterfall. There, I will tell you what I know. But be warned... some things are better left buried."

With that cryptic warning, the man turned back to his work, clearly ending the conversation. Rudra and Kanika left, a strange sense of foreboding hanging over them. Whatever secrets the haveli held, it seemed they were getting closer to uncovering them—but at what cost?







As they walked back through the crowded streets, Kanika’s mind was still racing with thoughts of the haveli, the strange encounter with the man, and the mystery they seemed to be unraveling. She adjusted her saree absently, feeling the light breeze against her skin, her focus elsewhere.

But then she noticed Rudra’s gaze. It lingered, almost unintentionally, on her  curvy midriff where the fabric of her saree dipped slightly. For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. She caught his eyes, and something unspoken passed between them. Her heart skipped, but the emotions were murky, undefined. She wasn’t sure how to feel—whether it was embarrassment, surprise, or something else entirely. 
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Rudra quickly looked away, as if realizing what had happened, his face unreadable. The awkward silence that followed made her more aware of the moment than she wanted to be. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. "He’s my brother-in-law,"she thought, trying to brush off the strange sensation. But the fact that she even had to remind herself of that bothered her in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

By the time they reached the haveli, the tension between them had shifted back into the background, buried under the weight of the mysteries still to uncover. Yet, somewhere deep inside, the moment lingered—unresolved, unclear, and leaving her with more questions than answers.

Rudra tossed and turned in his bed, the night unbearably long. A strange sensation tugged at him, refusing to let him rest. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept drifting back to Kanika. The image of her from earlier in the day kept flashing in his mind. She had looked absolutely stunning in that saree, every curve of her body perfectly accentuated.
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Her saree was dbangd in such a way that it left just enough to the imagination, while still teasing him with glimpses of her toned waist. The soft fabric hugged her hips as she walked, swaying with each step, the thin pleats clinging to her legs. But it was her waist that held his attention the most — that smooth, tantalizing sliver of skin where the saree dipped just low enough. His gaze had been drawn to it like a magnet, tracing the curve of her body with every movement she made.
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The way Kanika walked, with a natural, graceful sway, made her hips and waist seem even more irresistible. Her anklets made a soft sound with every step, and Rudra couldn’t help but remember how sensual she had looked, how every movement seemed deliberate, tempting, and almost intoxicating. God, he thought, how could anyone forget the sight of her?


Rudra's restlessness grew as the night deepened, the image of Kanika in that saree replaying in his mind over and over. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was his brother’s wife, but he couldn't shake the attraction. The subtle allure of her movements, the accidental meeting of their eyes, and the unspoken tension they both seemed to feel had unsettled him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

He tried to push the thoughts away, reasoning with himself that it was the eerie atmosphere of the haveli playing tricks on his mind, intensifying emotions that would otherwise remain dormant. Yet, as much as he tried, the feelings lingered. Something deeper was stirring within him, something dangerous.

Meanwhile, in her room, Kanika lay awake too, her thoughts clouded with the events of the day. That fleeting moment with Rudra... She hadn’t imagined it. There was something there, wasn’t there? Her heartbeat quickened as she considered it. She tried to convince herself it was nothing, just a momentary lapse, but the subtle tension between them gnawed at her. And that, paired with the mysteries of the haveli, left her restless and unsettled.

In the darkness of the haveli, it wasn’t just the secrets hidden within the walls that were surfacing. Something else was beginning to unravel—something between Kanika and Rudra that neither could quite control.

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Rudra:


After that night, when he had fainted in the mansion, it was as if something had awakened inside him—a hunger, a desire that was raw and primal. This morning, when he saw Kanika walking around the room, the soft morning light highlighting her body, every step she took made Rudra’s heart race. His eyes lingered on the curves of her body, staying in places where they shouldn't have. Her top clung to her figure, and when her hips swayed ever so slightly, Rudra found it increasingly difficult to control himself.

His attention was caught on her lips—those soft pink lips, moving as she spoke. Rudra couldn’t hear a single word she was saying; his mind was completely consumed with thoughts of her. When Kanika smiled, Rudra felt a strange warmth inside him, and the sound of her laughter sparked a burning sensation in his throat. She was so close, and whenever her hand accidentally brushed against him, it was as if a fire ignited in his chest. Despite himself, his body reacted, and he became aroused.
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Rudra clenched his fist under the table, trying to bring himself back to reality. But it was as if something had affected him since that night—something more than just physical attraction. The box Kanika had found, the strange symbols on the walls, and the thoughts in his mind that didn’t feel like his own. This wasn’t just a simple desire—it was as if the mansion had unleashed something within him, an emotion he had long suppressed.

When Kanika bent down to pick something up, her long hair falling over her shoulder, Rudra’s breath caught for a moment. His gaze fixed on the beautiful curve of her hips, the killer sight of her tight jeans hugging her round shape, and he gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to stop himself from reaching out to touch her.
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Kanika looked at him with a questioning expression, but Rudra quickly averted his eyes, hoping she hadn’t noticed him staring.

But when Kanika’s hand lightly brushed against his as she handed him the cup, a surge of electricity ran through Rudra’s body. His hands trembled, and a pang rose in his chest, a longing he had barely kept in check. This wasn’t a game his mind was playing—this wasn’t what he wanted. Yet, the more he tried to escape this feeling, the more it consumed him, as if the mansion itself wanted him to give in to it.

This forbidden and immoral desire for his brother’s wife was growing inside Rudra at an alarming rate. He knew this was a dangerous path.

Kanika was ready to go with Rudra, but then Abhishek asked her for help. “I won’t be able to come; you go ahead and explain everything,” Kanika said.

Rudra felt relieved inside, glad he wouldn’t have to be alone with Kanika. “Yeah, alright,” he quickly replied and left.


With the old man

 The old man was there when reach there .

Rudra asked the old man, “What can you tell me about the haveli?”

The old man took a deep breath and began the story, “This haveli was once the home of a beautiful woman, who was the wife of a landlord.

"That woman was very enchanting, and her body was so attractive that any man would become infatuated with her. But there was a dark side to her power; it was said that she practiced black magic, and it’s rumored that she ensnared many people in the mansion, taking their lives and happiness."

The people of the mansion began to believe that she was a Yakshini.
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No one knows if they killed her or if she fled. But after her departure, a curse fell upon the mansion—nothing good could stay here."

Rudra listened intently, his mind swirling with questions. "Is this all true?"

The old man nodded, “Yes, and the secrets of this mansion are still hidden here. The curse of that woman can still be felt.”

After hearing all this, Rudra turned back toward the mansion.

[rinxox]

**Nighttime**


That night, when Kanika heard the story about the mansion from Rudra (as told by the old man), she found it difficult to sleep. The air in the mansion felt heavy, as though something unknown was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe. Despite trying her best to calm her mind, she eventually drifted into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with darkness and whispers.

In her dream, she found herself walking through the dimly lit hallways of the mansion, where the old walls seemed to pulse with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. She wandered through these twisted corridors, her heart pounding loudly, though she couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else. As she neared a strange sound—a faint whisper calling her—her steps quickened.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and she was in a grand, lavish room. The vision before her was vivid. She saw a muscular man moving forcefully, his hands taking control of a woman's delicate body. His fingers traced her curves with investigative yet sensual precision, every movement sending shivers through the woman's trembling frame.

The woman let out a soft moan as the man firmly grabbed her soft, round ass, pulling her closer until their bodies seemed to merge in an intense embrace. Her gasps echoed through the room, reaching the old mansion’s walls. With every thrust, it felt as though they were drawing nearer to something wild and uncontrollable, as if the man was driving her to the edge of a primal force. The woman's body arched, her hands gripping the silky sheets tightly, and her lips parted with a long, deep moan, as if experiencing the height of ecstasy.
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The man’s breath was heavy, his movements full of power, each one precise and intense. His body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with every powerful thrust. His grip was so firm, as if he owned the woman's body completely, like she belonged to him in that moment. The raw energy of their lovemaking was something Kanika had never witnessed before, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her body as she watched.

The woman’s eyes slowly closed, her body quivering under the man’s dominance, completely lost in the sensation. The way her body responded to his every touch, every movement, sent a shiver down Kanika’s own spine. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, her own heartbeat quickening as she was drawn deeper into the magic of the dream.

The man leaned down, his lips brushing against the woman’s neck, letting out an animalistic growl. His movements became faster, causing the bed to shake violently with their passionate encounter. The woman’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as her body clung to the man. It felt as though they were consumed by each other, something more intense than just lust—something ancient, something dangerous.

Kanika’s own body reacted to the scene, a strange heat spreading through her, her heart racing, as though their energy was pulling her in, dragging her into the waves of their emotions.

Suddenly, the man’s gaze shifted towards Kanika. His face, which had been hidden in shadows, was now clearly visible. His deep eyes were intense, filled with hunger, desire, and something else—something dark. His gaze seemed to pierce through Kanika, as though he could see every thought, every secret she held. For a moment, it felt as though Kanika had become the focus of his attention instead of the woman.

The woman let out a final, breathless moan, her body reaching the peak of pleasure. But the man’s eyes never left Kanika, and his lips curled into a wicked, knowing smile. He bent down and whispered something in the woman’s ear, but it felt like the words were meant for Kanika.

The room vibrated like lightning, the mansion’s air thick with lust and mysterious forces. Kanika’s breath caught, her body burning like fire, unable to escape the intensity of the moment. Just as the tension reached its peak, the dream began to dissolve, their figures fading into the darkness, leaving Kanika with a strange desire and fear.

Suddenly, the woman’s eyes met Kanika’s. They widened, and then she laughed, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

And then everything went black.


The air in the mansion was thick with a strange warmth, felt by Kanika . Now Rudra is also there , they were alone in the dimly lit room, the tension between them had grown heavy. The room was barely lit, and Kanika absentmindedly ran her fingers across an old wooden table when Rudra entered. His arrival was unexpected, and the sight of him made Kanika’s heart skip a beat.

Without thinking, she turned towards him, and their eyes met. It felt as though an invisible force was pulling them together. The distance between them seemed to shrink on its own, without either of them moving. An unspoken understanding, a primal urge, hung in the air.

Rudra took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Kanika’s. As he passed by her, his hand lightly brushed her bare shoulder. It was a small touch, but it sent a wave of heat through Kanika’s body. Her breath hitched, and she became acutely aware of every emotion, every sensation, every muscle in Rudra’s presence.

There was silence between them, but it was a deafening silence. Rudra’s gaze lingered on the curve of her neck before returning to her face. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress his emotions.

Kanika, whose heart was racing, couldn’t look away. This was Rudra, her brother-in-law, but the feeling between them overpowered her thoughts.

As Rudra passed by, his hand lightly touched her waist. It was a small touch, but it ignited a fire. Kanika let out a soft sigh, her breath caught again, and her body reacted in a way it never had before. She found herself turning towards Rudra, something in her eyes that she had never felt before.

Rudra paused for a moment, his body tense. They were so close now that they could feel each other’s heat. Kanika’s body was filled with a strange, restless energy, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his lips.

“Kanika...” Rudra’s voice was soft but heavy, like a warning, but it lacked the firmness. The distance between them had almost disappeared, and the air between them crackled with electricity.

Kanika’s eyes were fixed on his lips, and she slowly leaned in towards him. Rudra’s hand tightened on her waist, and their lips were about to meet.

But just then, the sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the moment. They quickly pulled apart, their breaths heavy, and their eyes filled with confusion.

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Kanika jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up in bed, breathing heavily, the images of the dream still fresh in her mind. The man. The woman. The overwhelming emotions, lust, and dangerous feelings. This dream wasn’t just a dream—it was a warning.

She could still feel the lingering sensation of Rudra’s touch on her skin, as though an unknown kiss had left her lips tingling. Everything had been so *vivid*—the heat of Rudra’s body so close, the overwhelming pull, the electric tension—leaving her flushed and restless even after the dream had ended.

Kanika ran her trembling hands through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. But it wasn’t just the dream that troubled her; Rudra’s presence in real life had started to evoke a different kind of feeling in her. Every glance, every accidental touch seemed to have a new significance, one that she had never noticed before.

But this? This wasn’t just a dream. It felt like a curse, drawing out her deepest desires and fears.

Kanika leaned back against the pillow, her skin still buzzing from the memory of Rudra’s touch in the dream. She took a deep breath, her mind racing. Could this be the *curse* the old man had warned them about? Was it feeding off her energy, pulling her deeper into its grip?

And the worst part… was Rudra having these dreams too?

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. But as she lay there, trying to push the dream away, her mind couldn’t stop wondering what would happen the next time she met Rudra.

[rinxox]

**Day 5 - Kanika's Discovery**


The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the haveli, casting a fresh glow on its ancient walls. Kanika had decided to keep her distance from Rudra, hoping that a little space would help her understand her tangled emotions. Instead, she focused her attention on unraveling the mysteries of the haveli.

That day, she ventured into the south wing of the haveli, the place where the strange incidents had begun. Though her previous searches had been incomplete, today she was determined to thoroughly explore everything. Armed with a flashlight and notebook, Kanika cautiously made her way through the dim passage.

The air was thick with the smell of old wood and long-forgotten secrets. As she passed by old portraits, she felt as though their eyes were following her. She pressed on toward a hidden room she had previously discovered. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to find the interior shrouded in darkness.

Inside the room were old furniture, dusty shelves, and boxes filled with memories of the past. Her eyes landed on a large, ornate chest in the corner, and her curiosity spiked. Slowly, she lifted the lid.

Inside were old maps, yellowed letters, and various odd trinkets. But one item stood out—a leather-bound journal with a small lock on it. The journal seemed different from the other things, as if it held a significant secret.

Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the journal. The lock was old and delicate, easily breakable. Nearby was an old paperclip, which she used to pick the lock.

Opening the journal, she found sketches and notes written in beautiful, precise handwriting. The text described ancient symbols and rituals. As she read, she realized that the journal belonged to someone with deep knowledge of the occult—perhaps someone who had lived in the haveli generations ago.

One particular page caught her attention. It contained symbols and mentioned a curse. The curse was linked to a *mysterious force* that preyed on desires and manipulated emotions to bend people to its will. The notes explained how this *creature* took control of people's minds and hearts, drawing them toward forbidden desires, creating confusion and lust within them.

Kanika's heart raced. Everything began to make sense—the dreams, the strange pull she felt toward Rudra, and the bizarre happenings in the haveli were all connected to this curse. She had uncovered a deep secret, but the more she learned, the more she realized that this was beyond her understanding. Just then, a page fell out of the journal.

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**1930**

Singh Haveli was once a grand and beautiful place, filled with happiness and joy. It was the home of a wealthy family, known for their grand celebrations and hospitality. People from the village would gather there for festivals, feasts, and lavish parties. The haveli was a vibrant place, full of music, guests, and life.

Then one evening, a stranger arrived at the gates of the haveli. No one knew where he had come from or why he had visited the Singh family, but, as was their custom, they welcomed him inside. He was tall, with a strange gleam in his eyes, and he had an aura that captivated everyone around him. He wore a tattered old cloak, which made him stand out among the wealthy guests.

At first, the family took an interest in the stranger, fascinated by his mysterious personality. But soon, strange things began to happen in the haveli. Guests reported hearing strange noises at night, objects moved on their own, and dark shadows were seen lurking in the corners of rooms.

People began to suspect the stranger, especially when villagers started having disturbing dreams and wicked thoughts haunted them at night. They demanded that he be thrown out of the haveli.

One stormy night, the villagers dragged him out of the haveli and beat him in the village square. The stranger remained silent, but anger flared in his eyes. As he left, he cursed the family:

"You think you can escape by driving me out? My shadow will remain here forever. Your desires will be your downfall, and the air in this place will break your souls."

After he left, the atmosphere in the haveli changed completely. The family faced misfortunes, and the haveli became a haunted, cursed place. People believed the curse had taken root, and the haveli was now shrouded in darkness.

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Kanika closed the journal and gently placed it back. She knew she had to talk to her friends, Abhishek and Rudra, about what she had discovered. But the curse had already begun to twist their emotions, and she wasn’t sure how to handle it without making things worse.

When Kanika shared her findings with her friends, Abhishek dismissed everything. "These are just superstitions," he said. "There's no such thing as curses or ghosts."

Kanika was troubled, but Rudra felt differently. "I don't know, Abhi," he said. "Something strange is definitely going on. The dreams, the emotions… how can all of this feel so real?"

Kanika only told Abhi the part about seeing the haveli and a woman practicing black magic in her dreams; she left out the part about the man and woman having sex.

Abhishek laughed and said, "Dreams are just dreams. We’re all on edge, we’re staying in an old haveli, and our minds are playing tricks on us."

But Rudra’s eyes were fixed on Kanika. He didn’t say anything, but he was having the same intense dreams—dreams that felt as real as memories. The longer they stayed in the haveli, the more they felt its dark and eerie pull.



That night—Kanika was once again lost in her dreams.

Her dream took her deeper into a scene so vivid and raw that she could almost feel the heat radiating from the tangled bodies before her.

She was standing in a dimly lit room, where the smell of burning oil lamps and musk hung in the air. The walls were covered with rich tapestries, casting dark shadows on the floor. In the center of the room was a large bed dbangd in silk sheets, upon which two figures moved, entangled like some forbidden, sinful sculpture.
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The man was strong, his bronze skin glowing in the faint light. His body was muscular, each movement full of power as he moved over the delicate woman beneath him. Her long hair spilled across the pillows, her body flowing in sync with every motion. The woman was beautiful, so pale that she seemed to glow, her lips parting in soft sighs.

Kanika's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold. The man held the woman’s wrists tightly, pinning them above her head. His movements were slow but full of command, sending shivers through Kanika’s body. The woman’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching beneath him, her eyes fluttering shut as the room filled with her soft moans. Every sigh, every sound reverberated in Kanika’s ears, and the sight stirred a strange mix of excitement and unease within her.

The scene was raw and primal. The man’s grip on her wrists tightened, his pace quickening, his body moving over hers with an intensity that seemed overwhelming. Yet the woman met his passion with her own, her moans growing louder, her body trembling as if on the brink of something uncontrollable.

As the moment reached its peak, the room began to blur, and the moans of pleasure turned into a low, haunted scream. The atmosphere shifted suddenly, the passionate scene transforming into something darker, more sinister. The man and woman disappeared, replaced by a vision filled with violence and death.

The same man, now fully clothed, stood in the courtyard of the haveli. His hands were bound, his face twisted in anger as the Singh family surrounded him, their faces filled with betrayal and rage. The man was being dragged along the ground, his once strong body now bruised and bloodied from beatings. The figure of dominance was now at the mercy of the very family that had once welcomed him.

Kanika’s chest tightened as she watched the crowd hurl accusations and curses at him, their faces twisted with fury. He had crossed lines that could never be undone. Among the crowd was the same woman who had once been in his arms, now watching from a distance. Her face was pale, but there was something dark and vengeful in her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks, but they weren’t tears of grief—there was something far more dangerous in them.

The family tied the man to a wooden post, tightly. The air was thick with tension, and the sky above had darkened, as if nature itself was joining in the sinister spectacle. The Singh family couldn’t tolerate the shame and betrayal, and so they stood there, watching as the man was beaten and humiliated.

But that woman—the once fragile figure—was now consumed by uncontrollable rage. She stepped forward, her face once serene, now twisted in fury. Her hands began to rise, but before she could act, a man pulled her back inside the haveli. She muttered something in a strange language under her breath as they led her away. As soon as she was gone, the man tied to the post was set on fire. His screams echoed through the courtyard, and in his agony, he uttered a final curse: 

“The joy of the Singh family will perish, and what is rightfully mine will be claimed.”

Kanika’s gaze fell on a stone where a date was engraved: 1923.

1923—the year burned into her mind as the vision slowly faded. The last face she saw was sharp, twisted with anger.

Kanika found herself standing once more in the empty room of the haveli, her heart racing, her body trembling. The curse was real, born from passion, betrayal, and dark magic. 1923 was not just a date—it was the beginning of a curse that had now entangled her in its dark history. And it was far from over.

Two dates—1923 and 1930.



Mean while 

Rudra was lying on his bed, feeling the weight of the haveli pressing down on him, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. Sleep eluded him once again, but this time, it wasn't because of the eerie atmosphere or the strange occurrences around him—it was because of Kanika.

Everything had started after that night.

Kanika's image had completely taken over his thoughts, pushing everything else into the background. The way she walked, the subtle sway of her hips, and how her clothes revealed her curves were driving him crazy. His mind wasn’t cooperating, dragging him deeper into emotions he knew were wrong, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every glance, every accidental touch between them replayed in his mind, torturing him and making him want more.
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Kanika's full, luscious lips, soft and inviting, made him wonder what it would be like to touch them, to feel them on his body. His thoughts slowly drifted over Kanika's entire body—her curves, the way her clothes clung to her, especially when her saree showed a glimpse of her waist and her perfectly rounded hips that seemed made to be held. Her breasts, even hidden, seemed to invite him. Rudra let out a deep sigh, rolling over on the bed, not even trying to push the thoughts away, but instead, they returned with even more intensity. He was now fully aroused, his hard length pressing against his pants.
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His other hand gripped the bedsheet tightly as Kanika's image consumed his mind—her body entwined with his, her lips on his neck, her warm breath on his skin. He could almost feel her heat, the softness of her curves melting under his touch. His desire was raw, intense, and he couldn’t stop himself from being overwhelmed by the fire of emotions burning inside him.

But she was his *bhabhi*—his brother's wife. The guilt was eating him up inside, even as his body betrayed him, filled with desire. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, shouldn't be imagining how it would feel if she were beneath him, screaming his name. His chest felt heavy with the weight of the emotions. He shouldn’t feel this way about her. It was wrong.

But the pull was becoming impossible to resist, like a primal force. He had never felt anything like this before—his body was reacting just from thinking about her. The arousal running through him was like a wildfire, but still, he tried to control himself. He couldn’t let this take over. He couldn’t let this desire consume him. He couldn’t let it out.

His breath was ragged and uneven as he tried to maintain control. His mind was at war with his body, and the tension was unbearable. Every part of him wanted her, longed for her touch, but he had made up his mind that he wouldn’t let these feelings take over. He wouldn’t cross that line.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself, to focus on something else, but even in the darkness, she was there, in his thoughts, in his veins, her presence haunting him.

He let out another frustrated sigh, this time louder, more desperate. This wasn’t just desire—this was something else, something deeper, something darker. It was like he was being pulled by a force beyond his own desires, a force he couldn’t control. This was madness, and he couldn’t escape it.

But despite the storm of emotions raging inside him, Rudra resolved to maintain control. He wouldn’t let this take over. He wouldn’t break.

On day 6, Kanika was sitting in front of Rudra at the breakfast table, her eyes holding a strange depth. She seemed lost in thought, her fingers nervously running along the edge of her glass. "I found something strange," she began, her voice soft, but with a seriousness that grabbed Rudra's attention. "1923... Something happened that year, Rudra. I think it's important, but I still can’t figure out what."

Rudra nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying, but his mind kept slipping—back to Kanika. She was wearing a simple yet tight-fitting outfit, her jeans perfectly hugging her curves, and her shirt clinging to her body in a way that made it hard for him to think straight. *Why does she look so sexy?* he thought to himself, silently cursing the attraction that was overtaking him. He tried to pay attention to her words, but his eyes kept betraying him, drawn to her lips, her chest, and the movement of her body. His eyes lingered on her tight top, the way her breasts stood out, his mind divided into two—one part telling him to control himself and the other wondering how her breasts would feel in his hands, urging him to touch them.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Kanika kept talking, unaware of the effect she was having on Rudra. "I think this is connected to the curse... but I need to investigate more. 1923... There's something about that year. I just haven’t figured it out yet."

Rudra nodded again, forcing himself to listen, but his emotions were caught in a confusing mix of lust and frustration. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, no matter how hard he tried. *Why does she wear such clothes?* he thought angrily, clenching his teeth. It was making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else—just the curve of her hips, the tightness of her shirt on her chest, were pulling his attention completely.

“I think I need to do more research, maybe explore another part of the haveli,” Kanika said, her voice fading into the background as Rudra’s mind drifted again.

Rudra cleared his throat, trying to bring himself back into the conversation. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said quietly, not fully understanding her words. His body was tense, his mind completely occupied with Kanika. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of there before he lost control.

“I need to go to the city today,” Rudra suddenly said, standing up from the table. His voice was louder than he intended, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to get away from her, away from the suffocating sexual tension. “I have some work to do. I’ll be back later.”

Kanika looked a bit surprised but nodded. “Alright. Just take care,” she said, her eyes lingering on him for a moment before she turned her attention back to her breakfast.

Rudra didn’t have any work in the city. The truth was, he just needed to get away from Kanika, to clear his head, to calm the storm of emotions driving him insane. And he knew exactly where to go. His mind immediately went to Aisha—his friend-with-benefits. She lived in the city, and it had been a while since they last met.

The thought of Aisha brought a sense of relief to him. Aisha was the perfect distraction—no commitments, just physical release. And right now, that was exactly what he needed. The thoughts of Kanika—her body, her curves, her lips—were driving him mad, and if he didn’t do something, he was going to lose his mind.

As he packed his bag, explicit images of Aisha filled his mind—Aisha on his bed, his hands on her body, her screaming his name. It was everything he needed to make these frustrating feelings go away. But even as he thought about Aisha, Kanika’s face lingered in the back of his mind, teasing him, pulling him in a way he didn’t want to understand.

With a heavy sigh, Rudra left the haveli, heading towards the city, his mind filled with thoughts of both women—one he was going to meet and the other he couldn’t get out of his mind.

 In city:
Rudra pulled Aisha into the dark room, the primal energy between them intensifying. The large farmhouse bedroom, luxurious and spacious, contrasted sharply with the storm inside him. As soon as he smacked Aisha's butt, a half-moan, half-yelp escaped her lips, and they stumbled further into the room. The grandeur of the place reflected his elder brother’s habit of always having more, always being better. Everything his brother had was greater, and the thought of Kanika—his brother’s wife—loomed heavy in Rudra’s mind, causing a surge in his arousal.

Rudra had always felt the need to prove himself, despite knowing deep down that he didn’t need to try so hard. Women had always been plenty for him, even more so than his elder brother Abhi. But still... Kanika. His brother had Kanika. And no matter how hard he tried, Rudra couldn’t shake her from his thoughts.

But for now, there was Aisha. They had met at a party a year ago—just another conquest in his long list of women. Now, she was offering herself to him, her nipples hard, breath shallow, and body reacting instantly to his touch. Her tight red lace thong and garter belt barely hid how wet she already was for him. Rudra’s fingers slid into her wetness, confirming what he already knew—Aisha was soaked and ready for him.

Without much effort, he had her moaning, gripping his shoulders as his fingers found their way inside her. But even as he looked at Aisha, the thought of his sister-in-law Kanika rang in his mind like a bell. This only fueled his movements, his hands becoming rougher, as though releasing some inner frustration. Pulling Aisha’s dress over her head, he shoved her back—straight onto the large bed.

Aisha gasped, her eyes wide as she spread out on the bed, but Rudra had no intention of stopping. Grabbing a tub of white cream, he smeared it onto her thighs and between her legs, a mix of anger and lust gripping him. "Now you're good enough to eat," he muttered, pulling her breasts from her bra and smearing them with the same cream.

As Rudra licked and sucked the cream from her nipples, Aisha moaned and begged him to take her. But his mind wasn’t truly on her. His thoughts had drifted again, lost in the memories of Kanika. As his mouth explored Aisha’s body, a sudden shift in the air made him pause for a moment.

The room was no longer the modern, lavish farmhouse it had been. Everything changed. The eerie, old atmosphere of the haveli overtook the space, and standing at the door was a young, breathtakingly beautiful girl. Her curly hair bounced slightly as she took a step back, but her large eyes remained fixed on Rudra. Her entire face had an otherworldly glow, and her body was so perfect that Aisha paled in comparison. The girl simply stood there, watching, unable to leave, even as everything unfolded in front of her.
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Rudra’s attention immediately shifted to the woman standing at the door, and in an instant, his desire for Aisha vanished. His eyes locked onto hers, analyzing every small movement—how she leaned forward, how her eyes filled with lust. Her hand, which was previously near her mouth, slowly dropped down, and she lightly bit her finger, but her gaze remained fixed on Rudra.

They were both mesmerized by each other.

Rudra slowly traced his tongue along Aisha’s thighs, but his eyes refused to leave the mysterious woman. The tension between them was palpable, as if her presence was fueling his desire even more. His cock twitched at the thought of having this stranger beneath him instead of Aisha, begging for his touch. Gripping Aisha’s ass harder, he pulled her closer, burying his face into her wetness, but his mind was fully absorbed by the woman standing in the doorway.

As Aisha began to cry out beneath him, Rudra's focus remained on the stranger, who was visibly trembling, her breathing heavy. Her body wasn’t cooperating with her—she was turned on by the scene unfolding before her. She knew she was close to orgasm just from watching.

The sensation grew more intense, and as Aisha collapsed onto the bed, Rudra ran his hand—covered in cake cream and Aisha’s juices—over his lips, still staring at the mysterious woman. He gave her a silent invitation, sliding his fingers into his mouth in a familiar, seductive manner.

But as he stood there, breath heavy and still full of lust, his mind suddenly veered back to Kanika—his brother’s wife, the woman who had occupied his thoughts for so long. The stranger’s face bore a resemblance to Kanika, intensifying his inner turmoil of lust, jealousy, and rage.

Suddenly, the room shifted again. The modern setting was completely gone, replaced by the eerie, old atmosphere of the haveli. The walls seemed to echo with history, amplifying the storm brewing inside Rudra. He felt trapped, caught between his unresolved emotions for his sister-in-law and the undeniable desire he had for the stranger, both pulling him in opposite directions.

The ancient, haunted feel of the haveli became a symbol of Rudra’s emotions. He felt disoriented, stuck between past and present, reality and fantasy. As the stranger kept her gaze fixed on him, her resemblance to Kanika only deepened the anger and lust swirling inside him. Was she a ghost of his unresolved desires? Or a reflection of his deepest insecurities?

The intensity of the moment shook Rudra to his core. The conflict between his primal urges and the truth of his feelings raged within him. The haveli, once a refuge, had now become a stage for the demons inside him—where lust, jealousy, and unfulfilled desires collided in a storm that he couldn’t escape

[Roxrix11]

Nice going

[satankama]

Refreshing to see a horror themed one
Great going

[rinxox]

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[rinxox]

**Kanika Explores the New Room: Overcome with Desire**


As Kanika ventured deeper into the uncharted parts of the haveli, she was inexplicably drawn to a room she hadn’t noticed before. The door, old and heavy with time, groaned as she pushed it open. The scent inside was intoxicating—a heady mix of aged wood and something faintly sweet, clinging to the air, making her feel lightheaded.

Dim light seeped in from the fading evening outside, casting a sensual glow over the room. The air was thick, intimate, almost as if it were alive with a hidden pulse. Her gaze was immediately pulled to an ornate mirror on the far wall, its surface tarnished with time yet reflecting just enough to catch her attention. A grand bed lay in the center, dbangd in luxurious silks and velvets that seemed too pristine for a room lost to neglect.

Kanika took a step inside, and immediately, a surge of warmth spread through her body, making her breath catch. Her pulse quickened, the sudden flush of heat in her veins sending tingles through her skin. She gasped softly, her body responding instinctively to the unfamiliar sensation, an urgent heat pooling low in her belly.

Drawn to the mirror as though by some invisible force, she found herself staring at her own reflection. The way her clothes clung to her body became suddenly unbearable, the fabric outlining the soft curves of her breasts, hips, and thighs in a way that heightened her awareness of her own sensuality. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, each one seeming to amplify the tension building inside her.

Her skin felt too sensitive, her touch sending a shiver down her spine as she ran her fingers up her arms. The room, its air thick with an invisible energy, seemed to hum with desire. Her nipples stiffened under the thin fabric of her blouse, the friction causing her to bite her lip as she fought the rising wave of lust.
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The mirror captured every movement, every soft sigh that escaped her lips. Her reflection became a tease, the flush of her cheeks, the darkening of her eyes betraying the arousal that gripped her. Her hand drifted, almost of its own accord, tracing the line of her neckline, feeling the heat radiating from her body as her fingers skimmed lower, brushing against the swell of her breasts.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Kanika’s breath hitched again, and she had to close her eyes to steady herself, her body aching for more. The room seemed to pulse in sync with her need, urging her to give in to the growing desire that was building inside her. It was as if the air itself was caressing her, stoking the fire that burned hotter with every passing second.

She opened her eyes again, meeting her reflection—her lips slightly parted, her body almost swaying with the weight of her own need. The sight of herself, so lost in this moment of raw lust, sent another wave of heat through her, and she could feel her thighs press together involuntarily as the arousal became almost unbearable.

There was something—*someone*—in this room with her. She could feel it, a presence that watched her with a hunger that matched her own. The heat grew more intense, her skin prickling as though invisible fingers were tracing the curves of her body, sliding down her back, over her hips, teasing her inner thighs. Every touch felt real, every stroke heightening her need until she was trembling, her mind clouded with pure, unchecked desire.

She wanted to surrender. Her body, slick with the warmth of her own arousal, begged for release. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to suppress the moan rising in her throat, but her resistance was fading fast. Every inch of her craved the sensation, the overwhelming pleasure that hovered just out of reach.

But somewhere, deep within her, a small voice fought to be heard. This wasn’t just desire. It was something more—something dangerous. This room, this lust—it was all part of the haveli’s curse, designed to pull her deeper, to consume her completely. She had to leave before she lost herself entirely.

With a surge of willpower, Kanika pulled herself away from the mirror, her body protesting with every step. Her legs were weak, trembling from the intensity of the desire that still pulsed through her. As she stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind her, the heat lingered, a heady reminder of how close she had come to giving in.

Leaning against the wall outside, her breath ragged, her heart still pounding, Kanika realized that whatever power resided in this haveli was not just one of darkness and mystery. It was one of seduction, of temptation. And each time she entered its depths, it was pulling her further into its web, breaking down her resistance with every brush of her skin, every beat of her heart.


**Kanika's Intense Reflection**

Alone in her room, Kanika stood before her full-length mirror, her skin glowing under the soft light of the evening. The day’s exploration had left her feeling both exhilarated and confused. Now, stripped of her clothing, she took in the full expanse of her naked body, her reflection captivating her. 

She admired her figure, every curve and contour highlighted against the mirror's surface. From her well-toned waist to her full, rounded hips and the gentle swell of her breasts, she was proud of her form. Growing up, she had always been aware of the way men looked at her—how their gazes lingered, drawn to her allure. Even now, with the focus being on her brother-in-law’s reaction, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of self-assuredness. 

Tracing her fingers lightly across her navel, she couldn’t shake the memory of Rudra's gaze. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled how his eyes had lingered on her waistline, and the way he had unabashedly ogled her as she walked. The recollection only fueled her growing sense of desire.

She thought back to the mysterious room she had explored earlier. The way she had looked in the saree, dbangd seductively around her body, made her feel even more tantalizing. Now, standing naked in her room, she felt a different kind of allure, raw and exposed.

Her mind raced with memories of the afternoon—of Rudra’s intense gaze and the way he seemed unable to keep his eyes off her. She was now overcome with an overwhelming sense of need, her body tingling with an urgent desire she couldn’t fully understand.

She lay down on her bed, her thoughts drifting to the mirror in the mysterious room. In that room, the reflection of her saree-clad figure had seemed even more enchanting. Now, stark naked, she felt a stark contrast—more vulnerable, yet undeniably more enticing.

With her body ablaze with lust and her mind swirling with confusing thoughts, Kanika waited, her anticipation building for her husband to come home and alleviate the burning need within her. Her desire was so palpable that it seemed to fill the entire room, leaving her aching for any form of release from the mounting pressure of her own arousal.

As she lay there, her thoughts remained tangled between the haunting allure of the mysterious room, her own reflection, and the lingering effects of the day’s unsettling events. The desire she felt was a new, almost foreign sensation, intensified by the curse's grip on her, making every touch and glance feel more charged, more electric than ever before.


In her heightened state of desire, Kanika, feeling overwhelmed by an intense craving she couldn’t fully comprehend, greets Abhishek as he enters the room. The suddenness of her actions catches him off guard. She is fervent and insistent, her actions driven by a powerful, almost primal need.

Abhishek, taken aback by Kanika's sudden and intense approach, tries to respond but finds himself struggling to match her urgency and fervor. His attempts to regain control are met with her relentless energy, and he quickly becomes overwhelmed by the intensity of her actions. The scene is charged with an overwhelming sense of urgency and desire, leaving both characters in a state of intense emotional and physical turmoil. 

As Kanika embraces Abhishek with an intense fervor, her face reflects a blend of passion and longing. Her expressions are captivating: she gasps softly, her lips occasionally parting in a way that highlights her intense pleasure. She bites her lip intermittently, a subtle yet potent gesture of her overwhelming desire. Her hands, meanwhile, are tangled in her hair, adding to the raw, unrestrained energy of the moment. 

Kanika embraces Abhishek with an intense fervor, her face a captivating blend of passion and longing. Her expressions are mesmerizing: she gasps softly, her lips parting in a way that highlights her intense pleasure. Occasionally, she bites her lip, a subtle yet potent gesture of her overwhelming desire. Her hands are tangled in her hair, adding to the raw, unrestrained energy of the moment.

Her hands then trace back to her heaving, soft bosom, moving rhythmically and almost hypnotically. Her fingers graze over her curves with deliberate sensuality, accentuating each breath as her chest rises and falls with growing intensity. This intimate gesture creates a powerful synergy with her passionate expressions, driving the encounter to a fever pitch.

As Kanika’s soft, thick thighs press against Abhi’s abdomen, her moans become an intoxicating symphony of pleasure. Each gasp and breathy cry of ecstasy escapes her lips, heightening the heated intensity of the moment. Her hands continue to trace over her bosom, moving rhythmically with her movements.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Abhi’s hands explore her supple, round buttocks, feeling their softness beneath his fingertips. The sight and sensation of Kanika’s body—every curve, every gasp—are almost too much for him to handle. Her seductive moans and the fervent rhythm of her movements drive him to the brink. Unable to sustain the overwhelming pleasure and exquisite torment of her allure, he climaxes suddenly, his voice breaking as he gasps, “Kanika, slow down,” the words barely escaping his lips amidst the wave of intense sensation.Abhi had climax like never before ,and he dozed off quickly.


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Kanika, consumed by frustration and unsatisfied desire, rose from the bed with urgency. In a hurried but determined motion, she grabbed a saree from the nearby chair. She dbangd the sheer fabric over her body, leaving her upper torso partially exposed—no blouse, no petticoat—only the thin, flowing material barely concealing her.

As she stepped out of her bedroom, the moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a silvery glow over her skin. The saree, wrapped around her slender frame, accentuated her movements with every step. Her back, left completely bare, was bathed in the soft, ethereal light, highlighting the gentle curve of her spine and the smooth expanse of her skin. The moonlight made her open back look almost otherworldly, a vision of sensuality and elegance.

Her walk was deliberate and full of intention, and the way her hips swayed emphasized the fluid motion of her body. The fabric of the saree moved rhythmically with her, allowing her full breasts to shift slightly with each step. The sight was a tantalizing blend of grace and allure, accentuated by the delicate sway of her hips and the soft movement of her breasts beneath the sheer material.

The moonlight and the flowing saree combined to create an image that was both mesmerizing and captivating, a vision that would undoubtedly draw the eye and stir the senses of anyone who beheld her.


Kanika approached the mirror with an intense mixture of frustration and desire. As she stood before it, her reflection revealed a vision of compelling allure. The saree, thin and barely concealing, clung to her body in a way that emphasized her every curve. 

Her large breasts were only partially covered by the sheer material, the fabric barely obscuring their fullness. The delicate dbang of the saree accentuated the contrast between her creamy skin and the dark, translucent fabric. Her waist, smooth and glistening, was exposed and accentuated by the saree’s shimmering effect in the moonlight.

The material skimmed over her fair thighs, partially revealing their soft, inviting texture. The saree’s lightness allowed glimpses of her skin beneath, enhancing the sight of her sensuous form. 
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Kanika's face was a portrait of erotic intensity—her eyes, dark with desire, were fixed on her reflection. Her lips were slightly parted, a subtle but suggestive hint of her longing and frustration. The combination of her alluring curves and her heated expression created a scene of irresistible allure, a captivating display that mirrored her inner turmoil and unfulfilled craving.


The moonlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting a silver glow across the room. The air was heavy with an intoxicating, aromatic scent, and the night was wrapped in an almost eerie silence. In the center of the room, Kanika stood before the cursed mirror, the dim light reflecting off her soft skin, making her appear ethereal.
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Her eyes locked onto her reflection, a seductive, mesmerizing version of herself. Slowly, her hand moved to the edge of her saree, her fingers trembling slightly as they began to undo the delicate folds. The thin fabric slid off her body like water, caressing every curve as it fell, as if reluctant to part from her soft, glowing skin. The room seemed to hold its breath as she stood in her naked glory once again.

In the cursed mirror, her reflection was far more alluring than reality, a version of herself that radiated unrestrained sensuality. The mirror captured every curve, every contour: the full swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath, her toned midriff, her thick yet soft thighs glowing under the moonlight, and her large, rounded buttocks. The reflection accentuated her form, making her appear even more desirable, each feature more pronounced, more perfect than it was in real life.

Kanika’s heart raced as she gazed at the image of herself in the cursed mirror, unable to look away from the erotic vision of her own body. It was as if the reflection was pulling her deeper into the spell, making her more aware of every sensation, every desire that coursed through her. The room was silent, but the intensity of the moment spoke volumes.


Kanika's breath hitched as her hand moved instinctively to the reflection before her. Slowly, she traced the soft swell of her full breasts, her fingertips gliding over her smooth skin. The touch sent a shiver through her, the cursed mirror amplifying the intensity of every sensation. Her hand lingered for a moment, feeling the softness, before traveling downward, over her toned stomach and stopping briefly at her navel. She could feel the heat rising within her, the desire building, as her fingers danced over the curves of her thighs.

Her reflection stared back, lips slightly parted, eyes heavy with longing. The sight only fueled her further. As her hand ventured lower, she hesitated for just a second, before allowing her fingers to gently brush against her delicate lips. The sensation was electric, a spark that ignited something deep inside her. Slowly, she began to explore, her fingers moving with increasing confidence, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. 

In the cursed mirror, her reflection was even more captivating, every movement amplified, every curve highlighted under the moon’s soft glow. The image of her playing with herself was both intoxicating and overwhelming, her own reflection urging her on, making the experience more intense than she could have imagined.

The room was silent, save for her soft gasps as she gave in to the growing heat within her, her body moving in rhythm with her hand, lost in the reflection and the power of her own desire.

Kanika's breath became ragged as her fingers began to move more urgently, faster, their rhythm fueled by the burning need inside her. Her other hand reached up to her breast, squeezing it, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as the wet sounds of her pleasure filled the room. The mirror captured every moment in vivid detail, reflecting a sight so erotic and mesmerizing that it seemed almost unreal.

Her body glistened under the soft moonlight, her movements primal and unrestrained. She was like a vixen caught in the throes of her own desire, desperately trying to quench the thirst that only seemed to grow stronger. The gasps and moans that escaped her lips were heavy, filling the silence of the night, echoing against the walls of the room, making it feel even more intimate and intense.

Suddenly, she stopped, her hand still trembling with the remnants of pleasure. Slowly, she brought her fingers to her eye level, glistening with her own liquid desire. She stared at it for a moment, almost in a trance, before bringing the fingers to her lips. She tasted herself, her tongue lightly tracing the wetness before moving her fingers back down to her lower lip, savoring the sensation.

The mirror continued to reflect her in all her glory—her body glistening, her hair wild, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She was a vision of pure, unfiltered desire, lost in the moment, caught between the thrill of her own reflection and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.


Kanika’s frustration only grew with each passing minute. She had been at it for nearly an hour, her fingers moving faster, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. But no matter how hard she tried, the burning desire inside her remained unquenched. Her moans shifted from pleasure to frustration, each one a testament to the fire that refused to be extinguished.

Deep down, she knew the truth, the one she had been trying to deny. She needed more than just her own touch—she needed a man. Not her husband, whose passion was fleeting and weak, but someone strong and virile. The thought of it sent a shiver through her body, intensifying the ache between her legs. It was no longer just desire; it was a primal need, something she could no longer ignore.

As Kanika moaned, lost in the sight of her erotic reflection in the cursed mirror, something caught her eye. A thick, white liquid began to drip down from the glass, slowly sliding down the surface. Without understanding why, she leaned closer, her tongue instinctively reaching out to touch it. The taste was intoxicating—delicious, thick, and strangely familiar, as though it had a power of its own. She licked every drop, her arousal intensifying with each taste.

Moments after finishing, an overwhelming heat surged through her body, building to a climax so powerful that she was left breathless. Her body trembled as the sensation took hold, and the tension that had been consuming her finally released in a wave of pleasure. Exhausted, Kanika collapsed, slipping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When she awoke, she found herself back in her room, the events of the night feeling like a distant, surreal dream.

[satankama]

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[rehanalina]

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[rinxox]

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