It was 12:47 AM, and a soft drizzle coated the empty road.
Veer was riding his bike through a stretch where the streetlights had long given up.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: "You are going to the wrong place."
Veer slammed the brakes.
He looked back — nothing.
"Just a stupid prank," he muttered, tucking the phone into his pocket, and restarted the bike.
Then, on the left side of the road, he saw it —
an old, abandoned haveli.
The gate was half-open, and a faint yellow glow spilled out, as if the haveli itself was waiting… for him.
Veer's heart pounded.
He stopped his bike.
"This place shouldn't even exist…" he whispered.
Google Maps showed only a black void where the haveli stood.
As he approached the gate, a soft female voice reached him — fragile, almost broken.
"Veer… you've come."
The light revealed a girl — Aarohi.
Her white dress clung to her in the rain, hair damp, pale yet striking face, eyes full of sadness… and a silent warmth.
"I've been waiting for you," she whispered.
Veer stepped closer…
Suddenly, the haveli's gate slammed shut on its own — BANG!
He spun around…
His bike had vanished.
Aarohi looked at him,
and for the first time, she smiled.
"You can't leave now, Veer."
🌑 TO BE CONTINUED… (Part 2)