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.



Present time---

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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.