Episode 5:-
A delicate, beautiful girl stood before the camera, holding a small microphone in her hand. Her thick, curly black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her large, dark eyes were so enchanting that anyone who looked into them could lose themselves. A petite nose, soft features, and light pink lipstick on her slender lips enhanced her charm. The same soft pink shade of makeup brushed her cheeks and eyes, adding elegance to her beauty.
She wore a deep pink gown adorned with golden embroidery, flowing all the way down to her feet. Matching high heels completed her graceful look. A golden clip, identical in design to the embroidery on her dress, was fastened in her hair. Most of her hair was left open, with only a small portion tied at the back. When the golden rays of the sun fell upon her, she looked nothing less than a fairy.
She kept adjusting her hair, striking different poses, and repeatedly asked the cameraman:
"Do I look fine like this?"
The cameraman, his hair dyed golden brown with a stylish cut, stood sweating under the sun. He constantly wiped his forehead with one hand while holding a large professional camera—like those used in news channels—with the other. Finally, growing impatient, he muttered:
"We've been standing here forever. Please hurry up! This isn't a movie; it's just one shot."
The girl glared at him.
"Shut up! Just tell me how I look!"
Sighing, the cameraman gave in:
"You look great. No—more than great. You look beyond beautiful."
She narrowed her eyes and snapped:
"Are you trying to flirt with me? I'll complain to the director right now!"
She began dialing a number on her phone, but the cameraman, panicking, rushed forward and quickly ended the call. Folding his hands in apology, he bent down and did squats in desperation.
"I'm sorry! That's not what I meant. I only meant… it's too hot. We've been here since morning. Let's just finish this shoot quickly!"
The girl, trying to keep her composure, said sternly:
"Fine. Now go and fix your camera."
He hurried back to his camera, adjusted the angle, and asked,
"Are you ready?"
She replied confidently,
"Yes, I am ready."
"Alright… 3, 2, 1… Go!"
The girl fixed her gaze on the camera and began:
"Assalamualaikum, friends! I hope you are all happy and healthy.
Today, I am standing beside a tree that is over two hundred years old. Yes, the magnificent tree behind me! It is said that its roots have spread across the entire town. Every year this tree bears more than five thousand mangoes, and the locals believe that the taste of these mangoes is unlike any other."
She then walked toward a thin, dark-skinned man nearby, held the microphone up, and asked:
"Are you a resident here?"
The man kept striking odd poses—sometimes like he was taking selfies, sometimes like a model, and sometimes flashing a victory sign with his fingers. With careless ease, he replied:
"No, I came here from America."
The anchor frowned.
"So, you don't live here?"
The man shrugged.
"I used to. But I've come back after two years."
She pressed on, curious.
"Then can you tell us what the mangoes of this tree taste like?"
The man suddenly grew serious.
"I don't know about the taste… but…"
The girl leaned closer, her voice rising with interest:
"But what?"
A strange fear darkened the man's expression. His voice trembled:
"This tree belongs to the jinns. Whoever tried to cut it down never survived. This is their home."
The anchor's face paled. Her voice shook:
"B-but… I don't see anything."
The man's eyes widened with terror. He pointed toward the tree with a trembling hand.
"Look! They're coming toward us!"
Fear rippled across the girl's face. She stammered:
"B-but you just said they were asleep!"
The man shouted, his body trembling:
"They were! But with our loud voices, they woke up! They didn't die—they were only sleeping!"
With those words, he staggered backward and began to run. But his steps faltered, and he collapsed to the ground.
The girl gasped, frozen with fear. The cameraman, however, kept recording every moment, his hands steady despite the tense atmosphere.
On the ground, the man sat trembling, his face twisted with terror, his eyes bloodshot. Stretching his hands out in front of his face, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a piercing scream:
"Don't kill me!"
The echo of his scream lingered in the air, spreading a chilling wave of dread around the ancient tree.