06-04-2025, 01:52 PM
Whispers in the Shadows (Part 3)
Shuvo lay breathless, his body still trembling, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Rekha had disappeared as suddenly as she came, vanishing into the shadows like smoke.
But the mirror…
It still shimmered.
And in its reflection stood Puja.
Not outside the mirror—inside it.
She wasn’t scared. She was calm. Watching. Smiling.
The mirror pulsed once like a heartbeat. Then, slowly, Puja stepped through it, barefoot on the dusty floor, dressed in a thin white gown that clung to her like mist to a midnight lake.
"You weren’t supposed to open the door," she whispered, stepping closer. "Now she’s awakened… and so am I."
Shuvo tried to speak, but his throat was dry. His body still ached from Rekha’s wild possession, but something deeper stirred as Puja approached—something more… dangerous.
She sat beside him on the velvet couch, fingers brushing the red marks Rekha had left on his skin.
"You wanted her," she said, voice almost playful. "But I know you watched me too. Every time I passed the window. Every time I bathed in the stream behind the house."
He swallowed hard. She was right.
"I’m not like her," Puja said. "Not yet. But if I take you, truly take you... I will become something else."
She leaned in and kissed him—soft at first, then hungry, almost desperate. Her hands explored him, tracing every inch as if memorizing him. Shuvo's restraint broke. He pulled her close, his breath mixing with hers, as she moaned softly into his mouth.
Their bodies tangled like vines in the dark. Her skin was warm, almost too warm. Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood as their rhythm built like a rising tide.
But the mirror still watched.
And within its depths… Rekha smiled.
There were whispers again. Not just from the mirror, but from the walls, the floor… the house itself. Shuvo didn’t know if this was passion, possession, or something worse.
But he didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
Because somewhere between lust and fear… he was starting to change, too.
Shuvo lay breathless, his body still trembling, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Rekha had disappeared as suddenly as she came, vanishing into the shadows like smoke.
But the mirror…
It still shimmered.
And in its reflection stood Puja.
Not outside the mirror—inside it.
She wasn’t scared. She was calm. Watching. Smiling.
The mirror pulsed once like a heartbeat. Then, slowly, Puja stepped through it, barefoot on the dusty floor, dressed in a thin white gown that clung to her like mist to a midnight lake.
"You weren’t supposed to open the door," she whispered, stepping closer. "Now she’s awakened… and so am I."
Shuvo tried to speak, but his throat was dry. His body still ached from Rekha’s wild possession, but something deeper stirred as Puja approached—something more… dangerous.
She sat beside him on the velvet couch, fingers brushing the red marks Rekha had left on his skin.
"You wanted her," she said, voice almost playful. "But I know you watched me too. Every time I passed the window. Every time I bathed in the stream behind the house."
He swallowed hard. She was right.
"I’m not like her," Puja said. "Not yet. But if I take you, truly take you... I will become something else."
She leaned in and kissed him—soft at first, then hungry, almost desperate. Her hands explored him, tracing every inch as if memorizing him. Shuvo's restraint broke. He pulled her close, his breath mixing with hers, as she moaned softly into his mouth.
Their bodies tangled like vines in the dark. Her skin was warm, almost too warm. Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood as their rhythm built like a rising tide.
But the mirror still watched.
And within its depths… Rekha smiled.
There were whispers again. Not just from the mirror, but from the walls, the floor… the house itself. Shuvo didn’t know if this was passion, possession, or something worse.
But he didn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
Because somewhere between lust and fear… he was starting to change, too.
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