Fires of Winter

Content warning – 18+ only. The fiction contains themes for a mature audience.

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It was a dark, wintry night. The mountains lay hushed in the Devgarh valley, covered with a heavy blanket of clouds. A shy moon played hide and seek in the inky black sky, casting its dim glow on a long winding road cutting through the mountain. There was not a single star to be seen.

It was silent. Deathly still, except for the rustle of leaves in wise old trees and the buzzing of insects. No one was about, the inhabitants having long accepted the tradition of retiring early on Poornima.

An owl hooted, flapping its wings and adjusting itself more comfortably on a huge tree. It was eager to be off searching for dinner. Nights like these were its favourite, nature lying quietly without the incessant honking and acrid smell of vehicles plodding the thin passageway.

Detecting a promising movement in the dark, the bird began spreading its wings leisurely, anticipating a fat feast. In a flash, the strong lights of an incoming vehicle blinded it temporarily, causing it to lose sight of its prey. The owl flapped back to its vacated branch, glaring ominously as a silver-grey streak passed by.

No one should have been out tonight.

“Arre Maa, main aa raha hoon,” an irate male voice was saying. “You begin the engagement na. I will be there in an hour or so. Haan, thoda zyada late ho gaya nikalne mein but main aa jaunga. I promise.”

Shiva Pandya sighed, rubbing his tired eyes as his mother continued berating him over the car’s speaker. He had tried to leave the conference early to attend his sister’s engagement but found himself getting delayed indefinitely on some pretext or the other. Rishita was going to be livid. He would have to buy her that damned Manish Malhotra gown after all.

He honked as he turned a corner, on alert in the dense fog that coated the narrow mountain lane. Not that he had come across any vehicle so far, the busy road surprising quiet tonight.

“Beta, tu meri baat hamesha halke mein leta hai,” his mother was saying. “Rama ben was saying it is dangerous to travel through Devgarh on a Poornima. Koi nahi nikla hoga tere ilaava. Tu hi sher banta rehta hai faltu ka.”

“Maa, there isn’t a single vehicle on the roads. Thodi dhund hai but main manage kar lunga.” He was trying hard to keep the exasperation out of his voice. His mother worried way too much. “Aap please fikar mat karo. Main phone rakhta hoon-”

“Nahi, ruk! Sunn,” his mother interrupted sharply. “Don’t stop for anyone on the roads, okay? Koi bhi awaaz aaye, kuch bhi ho, you just keep driving on till you reach here. Pichle 6 months mein kam se kam pachaas sau log disappear huye hain iss area se.”

“Arre yaar, kya hoga aisa?” Shiva snapped. “I am carrying a gun with me. No one will kidnap and loot me. Atleast not tonight. Mera mood bahot kharab hai waise bhi. Kisi ko apni shaamat nahi bulani mujhe kidnap karke.” He hadn’t slept well, driving down 8 hours for an important conference the day before and then back again today.

“I am not talking about just humans, beta. Baki bahot si aur cheezein bhi hoti hain,” his mother spoke, her words hushed. He nearly rolled his eyes. There she went, again believing in wild tales spun by superstitious caretakers at their farmhouse. Rama ben lost no opportunity in scaring people with her stories about ghosts and women in white that inevitably lured travellers to their death. Such Hindi movies should be banned, he thought grimly. They were enough to mess with the heads of simple folk.

“Aap kya ghisi piti baatein lekar baith gayi? You are an educated woman, Maa. Believing in these melodramatic ghost stories-“

“Melodramatic ho ya na ho,” his mother persevered with the determination of a drill sergeant. “Tu bas mujhse waada kar ki tu gaadi kahin nahi rokega. Seedha ghar aayega.”

“Accha baba, I promise you.” There was just no arguing when she got this way. “I will come straight home. No adventures for me tonight. Bas?”

“Haan, bas.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

Shaking his head at her stubbornness, he grinned. “Ab rakhta hoon main. I love you.”

“Love you too, Shiva. We will be waiting.”

Clicking the line shut, he turned up the music. A soothing rendition of Ek Ladki Bheegi Bhaagi Si played over the system. He hummed the song, tapping his finger on the steering wheel. The car was heated to dispel the deathly chill outside. His belly was full of a delicious dinner. He was set to enjoy the rest of the journey.

Tann bheega hai, sar geela hai

Uska koyi pench bhi dheela hai

The road ahead lay dark and forbidding, the thick fog making it hard to gauge every bend. But Shiva was an experienced driver, his instincts honed from years of traveling through this very road for work.

Tanti jhukti, chalti rukti

Nikli andheri raat mein

Mili ek ajnabi se

Granted, he had never travelled this long at night and certainly not on a full moon night; which for some foolish reason was considered inauspicious in Devgarh. But he was confident of managing well.

Koi aage na peechhe

Tum hi kaho yeh koi baat hai

Suddenly, something flew past the car, startling him into braking hard. “Fuck!” He cursed, breathing harshly from the scare.

Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si

Shiva stared wildly around. What the fuck was that? He rolled down the window, wondering if he had hit anything or God forbid, anyone. Leaning his head out, he glanced around the area. He couldn’t see much, the cold chill hurting his skin.

Soti raaton mein jaagi si

Mili ek ajnabi se

“Shut up.” Shiva agitatedly switched off the music to gather his wits. An owl hooted merrily in the ensuing silence. It must have been a bird that flew by the car. He glared at the trees as it hooted again. Fucking birds. Almost giving him a heart attack.

As he turned ahead, he nearly got another one. Fear raced through his veins.

A woman was standing in front of his car. His headlights winked off her blood red lehenga, the sequins twinkling like stars. Her long hair was open, billowing softly in the wind. He could barely make out her features, but she looked young. Almost too young to be decked up in wedding finery.

His mother’s warning flashed for a moment in his mind. He was reminded again of lone travellers on roads like these, being lured by a woman dressed in white. As this one moved closer to the car, he shook himself out of his reverie. He didn’t believe in ghostly nonsense like that. A gun was safely tucked in the folds of his coat. He would see what she wanted.

“Sir,” the woman called, a hesitant chime in her voice. She inched closer, picking up pace as Shiva moved out of the car. “Sir, aap meri madat karenge? Main bahot museebat mein hoon.”

Her bangles chinked as she raked a hand through her hair in nervousness. “Aap hain kaun? Kya chahiye aapko?” Shiva stared down at her beautiful upturned face. There was something strangely familiar about her. She was young, perhaps just barely twenty. The kohl around her dark brown eyes accentuated the innocence in their depths. Her cheeks and lips were tinged in the lightest of reds. For a bride, she was wearing the bare minimum in makeup. He racked his brain harder. Had he met her somewhere earlier?

“Mera naam Raavi hai,” she spoke hurriedly, looking around restlessly. The name didn’t ring a bell. Perhaps, he was mistaken. She fidgeted again, eyes darting from one place to the next. 

Her demeanour was making him feel tense. “Mere Baba meri shaadi zabardasti karana chahte hain. Main kisi tarah bhaag nikli wahan se, par mujhe ab koi gaadi nahi mil rahi hai iss sunsaan raat ko. I have been waiting for such a long time.” Her doe eyes looked pleadingly up at him. “Aap meri help karenge? Mujhe bas iss gaon se duur jaana hai.”

Her switch to English in the middle reassured him for some reason. Perhaps he was biased, but she sounded educated and thereby, maybe not a bait for thieves. He pondered over the predicament, trying to resist the lure of those gorgeous eyes. “Par aap sure hain aap bhagna chahti hain?” he asked to buy some time. “Agar mere kehne se koi help hoga toh let me speak to your father. Shayad meri baat samajh jayein aapke gharwaale.”

He immediately regretted his offer. Her eyes grew huge, tears prickling to the surface. “Aap mere Baba ko jaante nahi hain, Sir. Woh mujhe dhund rahe honge…” She swallowed, stepping closer and whispering. “Mujhe maar denge woh…for bringing shame to the family name by running away.”

A piercing sadness emanated from the woman, stirring his stoic heart. A lone tear slipped past her pale cheek as she shivered in the coldest night of the year. Shiva sighed. He would have to buy a diamond choker for his sister now.

“Theek hai…Mera naam Shiva hai. Aapko darne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Main aapko drop kar dunga. Aap please andar jaake baithiye.” He looked heavenwards as she rushed towards the passenger side. This was going to be a long long night.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, he instructed her to wear the seat belt brusquely. He would drop this child-woman off at the first opportunity and be on his way quickly.

He watched as her henna-clad hands struggled with the belt, pulling at it impatiently. It appeared to have got stuck. He pressed a thumb and finger on his throbbing temple, before blurting out finally, “Rukiye. Main kar deta hoon. If you don’t mind.”

At her timid nod, he unclasped his own seat belt and leaned over. At that exact moment, she turned to look at him, a beguiling smile on her lips. Very unlike the timid ones she had been giving so far. He stopped short, alarm bells going off in his head. An enticing scent of Lily of the Valley and something spicier teased his nostrils, making its way down to his very bloodstream.

Her gaze became hooded, traveling down to his mouth. She parted her lips, moistening it with a tiny dart of her tongue. His hand tightened on the seat belt.

Lust. Pure lust roared to life within him.

He clenched his jaw, feeling his manhood harden painfully. Fuck. What was this woman doing to him?

“Do you want to kiss me, Sir?” She smiled slowly, bringing her enigmatic eyes back to his. The same ones that he had called ‘innocent’ a while back. Like a skilled seductress, she leaned closer, letting her breasts brush against his chest.

Shiva caught the nape of her neck, halting the titillating movement. “What the fuck are you doing, Raavi?” Her name tasted like nectar on his tongue, a potent aphrodisiac.

To his astonishment, she nuzzled against his arm. Tendrils of her hair tickled his skin. His hand began massaging the back of her neck of its own volition, trailing over her silky soft skin to her scalp. She purred, swaying towards him again, her minty breath caressing his lips.

“You didn’t answer my question, Shiva,” she whispered throatily. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“No,” he told her, grabbing a fistful of her lustrous locks in anger. “I want to fuck you, you foolish girl. Tum kar kya rahi ho?”

Undaunted, she placed a finger over his lips. “Sssshhh. Aap bolte bahot hain, Sir.” Her finger slipped past his lips, her eyes locked to his boldly. Shiva had the odd sensation that he was being manipulated by a master seductress, but her dainty finger was moving suggestively in and out of his mouth. 

And he didn’t care anymore.

Raavi hissed in pleasure as his tongue darted over it, sucking it hard. “Yes…Just like that. Do that again.” He obeyed, watching as her eyes clouded in passion. A rosy blush travelled up her neck to her cheeks. She gasped as his teeth grazed her finger.

The tiny sound was his undoing.

He impatiently pulled up her heavy lehenga, cursing at the many hidden folds. Raavi laughed as he struggled, placing a hand over his to halt his movement. Her finger pulled out of his hungry mouth with a soft pop.

Before he could protest, she had placed his hand over her throat. She guided it sensuously over the expanse of smooth skin, moving down towards the sweetheart neckline of her blouse. Shiva held his breath, wondering if she would dare…Oh yes, she would. Raavi dared to put his hand squarely over a plump breast.

“God…woman…” he groaned, watching his hand flex around her breast. It was the most erotic sight. “What are you doing to me?”

“Jo tum chahte ho,” she told him, letting him work his way into her blouse. He pulled down the cloth ravenously, growling low as he beheld the sight of her naked flesh. Her nipple was a sharpened peak of desire, the dark areola of it huge; the largest he had ever seen. It covered most of the pale creamy skin of her breast.

She moaned as his lips covered it, her hand sliding into his hair. “I want you,” he growled, raking his teeth over her taut nipple. Her back arched, her body begging him to devour her. “I don’t know who you are. But I want you, Raavi.”

“Shiva,” she gasped his name as he sucked, nipped and tasted her flesh. It was music to his ears, playing over his mind till all he wanted was to get inside her. To f*ck her till his name was all she remembered. To consume her, to claim her.

As if she read his mind, her hand tugged down his zipper impatiently. He caught it, staring deeply into her torrid eyes. “Wait. Kya tum sure ho?” He didn’t know why he had to ask that now. She had initiated it. Clearly, she wanted him to f*ck her. But he stilled, waiting to hear her answer. A part of him dreading it. He didn’t know what he would do if she changed her mind.

Raavi gaped, her radiant face flush with desire. “You are asking my permission? Now?!”

“Well, main kaun sa tumko jaanta hoon,” he spoke defensively. “Abhi abhi toh mili ho. I just wanted to confirm…before…before we-”

Her petal soft lips silenced his awkward explanation. Shiva had never been this turned on in his life. He clutched her voluptuous waist, lifting her from her seat to his lap. She straddled him, her mouth hungrily moving over his. Their tongues intermingled, teasing, stroking, exploring each other. Her heavy hair fell like a curtain over him, her aphrodisiac of a scent driving him insane.

They both jerked and broke apart as the car honked loudly. Raavi’s back was touching the steering wheel. She gave another twinkling laugh, adjusting herself and kissing his smiling mouth. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met,” she told him, nipping his lower lip playfully.

A tinge of jealousy crept up his spine. “You knew many?”

“Many. Many. Many…” she sighed, grinding her core against his engorged flesh. He groaned, cupping her tantalizing breast and squeezing. The woman would be the death of him.

“You are…” he gasped as she set a rocking rhythm, her lips nuzzling a sensitive spot on his neck. “…the boldest woman I have ever met.”

“Oh?” she inquired, a mischievous lilt to her words. “You knew many?”

“Many,” he gritted out, then groaned in pain as her teeth sank into his skin. “Many. Many.” With every word, she bit his neck deeper, her hips grinding harder against his. The pain-pleasure was unbearable. “Raavi! Dard ho raha hai.”

“Toh hone do,” she sighed against his heated skin, licking the deep marks she had given him. “Kuch dard bahot haseen hote hain. Yaadgaar bhi…”

She lifted herself up slightly, positioning her skirts higher around them. He was surprised to feel the moist brush of her womanhood against his hard cock. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments at all? Why that thought made him hornier was beyond his comprehension. As she reached down to position him right, he stilled her hand.

“We need to use a condom,” he exhaled, using the last sensible words he could muster from his lust-befuddled brain.

She smiled, deliberately brushing her moistness against him. “No, we don’t. I want to feel you fully inside me. F*cking me. Merging into me.” At his obstinate expression, she chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. I will not get pregnant.”

“How…are…you…so sure?” Shiva gasped, his body rebelling as it strained towards her, desperate to get lost in hers. “And condom sirf pregnancy ke liye nahi hota hai.”

“Agar tum itna gehra soch sakte ho…” she laved her tongue over his earlobe, sending sparks of desire shooting through him. “…then I am not doing my job properly…am I, Sir?”

Her ‘Sirs’ had become as erotic as his own name on her honey-dew lips. “What job?” He clutched fistfuls of her mane again, trying to keep his senses from being overwhelmed by her wicked actions.

“To pleasure you,” she uttered throatily, bending to nuzzle his jaw. “To be pleasured by you.”

Yes. He wanted to pleasure her. Oh, how he wanted to pleasure her. Shiva didn’t resist as she touched his pulsing manhood again, positioning it just right against her sweet sex. Before she could utter another sexy word, he brought her down swiftly on top of him; impaling her. Hard.

She cried out at the suddenness of his invasion, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The ends of her long hair tickled his bare thighs.

Grabbing her hips, he pounded into her, his ravenous cock slapping in and out of her wetness in a relentless rhythm. She was taken aback by the force of his passion. He could tell by the soft pleas she uttered, the sobbing noises she made as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the car. In the enclosed quarters, he could smell her, smell the most intimate part of her. It consumed him like a siren’s song, seductive and haunting.

The horn sounded many times, as Raavi’s back hit the wheel repeatedly. He wondered what he would do if another car rounded the car and happened upon them. They were fucking almost in the middle of the narrow road, oblivious to everything but each other.

Her nails dug into his shoulder as he took her nipple in his mouth roughly. “Shiva…you are hurting…mmppphh, yes…hurt me,” she cried, meeting his rhythm in a scorching daze of pleasure. Her jingling bangles almost sent him over the edge with the sheer eroticism of the sound. He bit the milky skin around her areola, leaving a pale red mark on her body. His claiming of her.

As she tumbled over the edge, his mouth closed over hers, swallowing her screams. Her body shuddered in his arms, as he kept up the pace. He could hear himself hitting her core. His jaw was clenched, eyes shut as he slammed into her responsive writhing body.

She moaned into his mouth, stirring to life again as his hand expertly pinched her nipple. Meeting his punishing pace with a stimulating circling of her hips, she matched him fiercely in a passionate dance. Her tongue played with his, drawing it into her mouth and suckling the tip.

With a guttural groan, he exploded within her. Breaking their kiss, he gasped her name, cumming harder than he ever had with anyone before. She found her second orgasm, her vaginal walls clenching around his cock.

They sat still, hugging each other in the aftermath; the windows foggy with the heat of their lovemaking. It was quiet for a while except for the sounds of their shaky breaths and feather-soft kisses.

With a swift ruffle of skirts, Raavi carefully slipped off his lap into her seat. He watched in possessive rapture as she set her blouse right, the low-cut cloth barely hiding his mark on her. Her brow was sweaty, her skin gleaming in the pale light of the full moon. The skies were finally clear again. 

“Kya dekh rahe ho?” she asked, an impish smile on her lips.

“Soorat tumhari.” Shiva sang softly, one eyebrow raised.

She grinned, playing along. “Kya chahte ho?”

“Chaahat tumhari.”

“Na hum jo keh dein?”

“Keh na sakogi.”

“Lagti nahin theek neeyat tumhari.” She dissolved into peals of laughter, hitting him familiarly on the shoulder. “Look what you made me do. I haven’t sung in ages! Itne shaukeen ho tum purane gaanon ke?”

“Absolutely.” He hummed the tune again, beating the steering wheel in tandem. “Old songs have their own charm, don’t you think?”

She was quiet as she looked at him, her soft brown eyes turning intense. “Yeh jo humare beech hua…iska zikr kisi se mat karna. Tumhare liye accha nahi hoga.”

Shiva turned, a quizzical expression on his face at her change in tone. “Main kisse bataunga? Wait, is that a threat?”

“Tum jo samjho.” Her unnerving stare was making him uncomfortable. “Main chalti hoon.”

He caught her wrist as she opened the door. “Raavi? Tum kahan jaa rahi ho? Didn’t you want me to drop you?” A bangle broke under his hand’s pressure. He hissed in pain on her behalf, scrambling to check the wound. “Oh God, tumhe lagi toh nahi? I’m so sorry!”

She shrugged off his concern, dropping the broken bangle nonchalantly in the dark car. “Main theek hoon. I have changed my mind about running away. Museebaton se bhagne se woh disappear nahi ho jayengi. I must go back and face my problems.”

“But…but I don’t understand-“

She caught his face suddenly, dropping a hard kiss on his lips. “Tumhe samajhne ki zaroorat bhi nahi. Thank you, Shiva.” There was a pain in her eyes that pricked his heart. “You are a good man. Khushi hui jaan ke ki iss berahem duniya mein bhi tumhare jaise insaan hain.”

“Raavi, don’t go. Let me help you. I have a farmhouse where-”

She placed a finger over his lips. “Tum sacch mein bahot bolte ho.”

He was having none of that. Shiva grabbed her hand again. “I am not a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kind of guy. Mujhe apni madat karne kyun nahi deti tum?”

“Kyunki tum nahi kar sakte!” she snapped. Taking a deep breath, she softened her words. “The fog has cleared. Tum ghar jaldi pahaunch jaoge. Main chalti hoon.”

She pulled at her hand, but he obstinately refused to let go. “Shiva-“

“Kaun ho tum?” It struck him that he knew so little about her. They had kissed, had the hottest sex and yet he only knew her at a purely physical level. It sickened him. “Kahan se aayi ho? Kidhar rehti ho? Main tumhare baare mein kuch nahi jaanta.”

She looked back at him, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Isse zyada jaan jaoge toh mohabbat ho jayegi.”

“Kisko?”

“Shayad mujhe. Tum se.” She leaned in to brush her lips fleetingly over his. “Aur fir main tumhe kabhi jaane nahi dungi.”

Bright glare from the front blinded him for a moment. He raised his hand to his eyes instinctively, letting go of Raavi. A heavy truck rumbled by, honking irately as the driver maneuvered around his car. Shiva smiled sheepishly in apology. His poorly parked car was taking up more than half the road space.

“I’m just glad he didn’t come upon us before,” he turned to tell Raavi, and then stopped in shock. The seat was empty. When did she leave? He put his head out the window, looking up and down the road. He couldn’t see her anywhere. How was this possible?

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly, hitting the dashboard. It kickstarted the music system.

Koi aage na peechhe

Tum hi kaho yeh koi baat hai

“Great,” Shiva rolled his eyes, starting the engine. “Make fun of me, why don’t you?” Shutting the system off again, he drove ahead, keeping his eyes peeled for a woman in red.

The weather was much better now; no sign of the fog anywhere. He kept the windows rolled down, letting the crisp night air run through his locks. He couldn’t believe she had just disappeared on him like that. Didn’t the time with him mean anything to her?

He tried not to think about the way she had felt around him, her torrid passion, the beautiful sound of her laughter, the way she moaned when he was deep inside her…His loins stirred in response, much to his surprise. He thought he had spent himself fully inside her. He groaned inwardly. Would lustful thoughts of her plague him now?

Just then, something caught his eye. He stopped the car with a loud screech, the seat belt just barely keeping him in place. His headlights shined on a notice board, the large picture catching his eye. He had passed by many like this on the way over, not paying much attention to them at the time. It was also the same picture from the local newspaper this morning. He had skimmed the news with his coffee and conference notes. 

Shiva stepped outside the car, staring disbelievingly at the board. It was littered with news snippets. Random lines from an article jumped out at him.

India Against Honour Killing: Mysterious Disappearance of a Local Girl Causes Uproar

Six months ago, Raavi Chauhan ran away from her wedding mandap. She was never seen again.

Case came to light recently when older sister Anita Chauhan, who was living abroad, came down to India. She became suspicious after receiving no news from Raavi for months. 

Anita claimed that, upon being interrogated, her parents confessed that they had killed her sister because she had dishonoured their family name. She also stated that they did not appear to be of sound mind anymore and needed serious mental health evaluation.

Based on Anita’s statement to the local police, her parents Seema and Rajendra Chauhan, alongwith elder brother Rahul Chauhan, were arrested yesterday.

Commenting from the court premises, Anita said, “I will not rest till my sister gets justice. I am certain that my parents and brother are involved in her disappearance. They have confessed it to me. I hate to believe that my beautiful Raavi is no more, but if she was alive, she would never have gone so long without talking to me. She was so brave…I can’t believe this…I have lost my whole family…” Anita was too upset to say more.

Psychiatrist Ranjit Sahai has been employed to advise the court, given the family’s deteriorating mental state. He will submit his observations to the court on Friday.

Shiva staggered back, his gaze landing on the smiling picture of the girl in a simple kurti. Raavi Chauhan. The woman in red. Her magnificent hair was tied back in a ponytail. But nothing could dull the bold sparkle in those haunting eyes. No wonder she had seemed so familiar to him before.

But how could this be? He tried to wrap his head around the facts. Was Raavi still lurking around the area with people looking for her? If so, why was she still wearing her wedding clothes?

“Iska zikr kisi se mat karna. Tumhare liye accha nahi hoga.”

The wind seemed to whisper those words in his ear, raising goose bumps on his skin. He stumbled into his car blindly, fumbling for the door. As he drove away, his hands clammy on the wheel, a persistent thought niggled his mind.

Raavi was dead?

She was dead…

Dead…

She didn’t deserve that death. Could her own family have been that cruel? A devastating sadness darkened his heart, curling around his chest like a vise. 

He was left with only questions, no answers.

If she was dead, who had he met tonight? How could all this be possible?  Had his tired mind conjured her from thin air? Was he suddenly so sex-crazed as to dream fuck a murdered girl? 

Bile rose to his throat at the thought. 

“Isse zyada jaan jaoge toh mohabbat ho jayegi,” Raavi had warned.

Something twinkled at the corner, drawing his tortured gaze. Broken shards of a red bangle lay on his passenger seat. 

Her bangle.

It was not a dream. Not a dream.

It was an unforgettable memory branded into his very being, a part of his soul. A heavy weight he would carry into the abyss. A nightmare he would take to his cold bed every night.

“Tum sahi thi, Raavi,” Shiva spoke, his voice an eerie whisper in the dark. “Tumhe jaanunga toh mohabbat ho jayegi. Lo ho gayi mohabbat. Mujhe. Tum se.”

The End