05-04-2025, 10:50 PM
Title: "Whispers in the Shadows"
Shuvo had always been drawn to the macabre—ruins, ghost towns, forgotten graveyards. So when he inherited his uncle’s crumbling mansion in the mist-covered village of Vairag, he saw it not as a curse, but an invitation.
The house breathed. Its walls whispered. And on the second night, he met her.
Puja.
She came out of the forest behind the mansion barefoot, soaked by rain, her eyes wide and lost. A local girl, she said. But Shuvo knew better—there was something... unearthly about her beauty. Something that stirred him and chilled him all at once.
She warned him of the mirror room.
"Never open it after midnight," she whispered against his neck, her breath cold but lips warm.
But Shuvo, fueled by desire and curiosity, did.
Inside was a mirror that showed not reflections, but secrets. In its silver depths, he saw her—Rekha. Puja’s mother.
Ageless. Alluring. Watching him from the shadows with a knowing smile.
That night, as Puja wrapped herself around him under stormlit sheets, the mirror shimmered… and Rekha stepped out.
But was she real—or something else?
Two women. One seductive and soft, the other powerful and dark.
And Shuvo, caught between lust and the supernatural, would learn that some desires—once awakened—can never be put back to sleep.
Shuvo had always been drawn to the macabre—ruins, ghost towns, forgotten graveyards. So when he inherited his uncle’s crumbling mansion in the mist-covered village of Vairag, he saw it not as a curse, but an invitation.
The house breathed. Its walls whispered. And on the second night, he met her.
Puja.
She came out of the forest behind the mansion barefoot, soaked by rain, her eyes wide and lost. A local girl, she said. But Shuvo knew better—there was something... unearthly about her beauty. Something that stirred him and chilled him all at once.
She warned him of the mirror room.
"Never open it after midnight," she whispered against his neck, her breath cold but lips warm.
But Shuvo, fueled by desire and curiosity, did.
Inside was a mirror that showed not reflections, but secrets. In its silver depths, he saw her—Rekha. Puja’s mother.
Ageless. Alluring. Watching him from the shadows with a knowing smile.
That night, as Puja wrapped herself around him under stormlit sheets, the mirror shimmered… and Rekha stepped out.
But was she real—or something else?
Two women. One seductive and soft, the other powerful and dark.
And Shuvo, caught between lust and the supernatural, would learn that some desires—once awakened—can never be put back to sleep.
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