mist and whispered legends. Its decaying walls and broken windows had seen better days
ith his wife, Priya, and their teenage daughter, Ananya. The house, with its eer
s masked the darkness lurking beneath. But soon, the whispers began-faint voices in the dead
raging battles. Priya, feeling isolated and vulnerable, confided in her so-called friends and her eldest sister-in-law, who painted a picture of A
her eyes hollow, speaking in tongues, her body convulsing uncontrollably
r divorce. Priya, desperate and heartbroken, followed with Ananya. The city'
leading to severe epilepsy attacks. Ananya slipped into a coma, her fragile life hanging by a thread. Priya, distraught, begged for answe
nts victims of an ancient black magic ritual meant to destroy families. The same curse h
ranoia. Priya, guided by a wise old healer, confronted the darkness head-on. She lear
break the curse, facing the very essence of the house's evil. As t
ove can be twisted by unseen forces. The house in Kolkata still stands, s
spers never