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Hey guys! My first attempt at a SaJan horror FF! Plz tell me how it goes! At anytime, if u want me to stop writing, please tell me so! Thank you!š³
May 2010, in Mumbai, the city of dreams
The old mansion was the way we had left it 20 years before. There seemed to be an ominous air about the white 4 storey house. The walls were peeling now and the shutters seemed more than a little wary. I didn't know what had changed since that dreadful night between Gunjan and I...but there was undoubtedly. It was almost as if Gunjan had sworn an oath of silence. It had off late become rare that she would utter a word to me. She always looked lost in her thoughts...as if she had become an entirely different person. She wasn't my Gunjan anymore....not since she had begun getting the strange visions at least..... Every night, she would awake, screaming in terror from her nightmares....but she could never remember it long enough to tell me about it....
I had tried to ignore it at first...... But it became too much. The same thing would happen each night. The same nightmare..... I became worried..... And then....and then....I couldn't remember anything! I was blank..... What had I done? I felt a throbbing pain in my head as I tried to remeber. Nothing...... It was almost as if the days after has not even existed.... As if they had never even been there.....as if they had never been a part of my life.......
I turned around, to face Gunjan. Her face was a pale white and her lips were quivering. She was standing stifly, looking at our house with frightened eyes..... I slowly clutched her arm,
'Chalein Gunjan?' I asked as I started to pull her towards the house. She didn't move. I turned to her , shocked. She was shaking her head, and her eyes were wild with fear....
'NAHIIIIIII!!!'
She screeched. 'M-Main iss g-ghar me kabhi nahi aaongi!' I looked at her, disbelievingly.
'Gunjan...? Tum theek tho ho...? Yeh... Humaara ghar hai Gunjan.... Challo...andar challo....'
Her face had become a chalky white.... All the colours had been drained out....
Part 1š
Bees Saal Baad...Ek Adhuri Prem Kahani...š
May 27th 1990, A mental institute in Mumbai
'Main paagal nahi hoon! Nahi hoon main paagal! Choro mujhe! Mujhe ghar jaana hai! Choro! Ek baat samajh me nahi aati kya?! Main paagal nahi hoon!'
I felt myself being strapped into a leather chair.
'Yehin behti raho, warna ek thapad padegi! Samjhi?!'
I felt a rage like never before.
'Main paagal nahi hoon!' I screamed. The doctor turned around, eyes filled with fury. Before I knew it, I felt a fiery pain on my cheeks. Tears were rolling down my eyes.... Samrat...Kahan ho tum...? Mujhe bachaane kab aaoge...? I thought desperately.
'Maine kaha tha...chup behti raho.... Tumne nahi sunna.....' The man glared towards me with disgust.
'Main paagal nahi hoon....'
I whispered.... He paid no heed to me. Instead, he nodded towards the nurse, who was staring at him questioningly. 'On kardo.....' He said. She looked at him skeptically. 'R u sure doctor? Yeh machine buhot hi dangerous ho sakta hai....'
He shrugged. 'Humme iski jaan se kya matlab? Humme tho woh paise ka matlab hai, jo Samrat dene waala hai.'
I couldn't here the rest. The last sentence was throbbing in my ears. No.... It couldn't possibly be true..... Samrat...the one whom I loved with all of my heart.... The one whom I had trusted.... He couldn't..... But how could I not believe what was happening in front of me? I closed my eyes and gasped. Nothing mattered anymore. The one person I had been living for, had given up on me...... If I lived now, what would I live for? What would I live for...? Suddenly, I felt a shock of electricity run through me..... I moaned in pain.... I could feel a sturdy hand holding onto me. No...Not holding me...strapping me yet again....
'Please....'
I choked out, with the last ounce of breath I had....
'Please....mujhe jaane do......' For a second, the nurse looked at the doctor. He shook his head and waved her out of the room. Then...he came to me....
'Sorry jaanum.... Agar tumhaare pati ne mujhe paise nahi diye hote, tho main tumhaare saat aisa kabhi nahi karta..... Bas thodi der aur sehe lo jaan....' I could hear his evil laugh before fainting into a deep and irrisistable sleep..........
May 2010, in Mumbai, the city of dreams
The old mansion was the way we had left it 20 years before. There seemed to be an ominous air about the white 4 storey house. The walls were peeling now and the shutters seemed more than a little wary. I didn't know what had changed since that dreadful night between Gunjan and I...but there was undoubtedly. It was almost as if Gunjan had sworn an oath of silence. It had off late become rare that she would utter a word to me. She always looked lost in her thoughts...as if she had become an entirely different person. She wasn't my Gunjan anymore....not since she had begun getting the strange visions at least..... Every night, she would awake, screaming in terror from her nightmares....but she could never remember it long enough to tell me about it....
I had tried to ignore it at first...... But it became too much. The same thing would happen each night. The same nightmare..... I became worried..... And then....and then....I couldn't remember anything! I was blank..... What had I done? I felt a throbbing pain in my head as I tried to remeber. Nothing...... It was almost as if the days after has not even existed.... As if they had never even been there.....as if they had never been a part of my life.......
I turned around, to face Gunjan. Her face was a pale white and her lips were quivering. She was standing stifly, looking at our house with frightened eyes..... I slowly clutched her arm,
'Chalein Gunjan?' I asked as I started to pull her towards the house. She didn't move. I turned to her , shocked. She was shaking her head, and her eyes were wild with fear....
'NAHIIIIIII!!!'
She screeched. 'M-Main iss g-ghar me kabhi nahi aaongi!' I looked at her, disbelievingly.
'Gunjan...? Tum theek tho ho...? Yeh... Humaara ghar hai Gunjan.... Challo...andar challo....'
Her face had become a chalky white.... All the colours had been drained out....
'Gunjan....?' I was speechless. Never had I seen Gunjan in such a petrified stage. She shook her head, clutching onto my arm tightly.
'Nahi Samrat.... Woh Andar hai.... woh mujhe nahi choregi......!' I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 'Gunjan?! Tumhe ho kya gayya hai?! Kaun hai yahan pe?!!?' I pulled her along to the side of the house. 'Dekho? Kaun hai? Koi bhi tho nahi!' She whimpered. 'Nahi Samrat..... Woh badla chahti hai..... Woh nahi choregi mujhe..... Woh nahi choregi.....' Her face had lost even the slight colour that it had once possesed. She was shaking badly and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked exhausted....... I pulled her close to me and hugged her tight. 'Shhh..... Bas....relax Gunjan..... Main hoon na tumhaare saath...? Humesha se...? Tumhe kuch nahi hoga.... Aur iss ghar me koi bhi nahi hai...... Mujhpe bharosa hai...?' she looked at me....skeptically.... 'Haan....' She whispered. 'Khud se bhi zyaada....' I smiled. A lot of things had changed in the past twenty years.... but time had not managed to even touch Gunjan's innocence. 'Tho phir challo mere saath. Ander aao.....'
Gunjan's Point of view;
A wave of memories washed over me. Twenty years.... Had it really been twenty years since I had come to this house..? Twenty long years.....
Flashback
'aaa! Samrat! Neeche uthaaro mujhe!'
He laughs.
'Arre! Aaj meri suhaag raat hai! Poora haq hai meri biwi ko tang karne ka! Aur waise bhi, baaki saaaaaareeee 364 days tum mujhe tang karne waali ho! Ek raat tho mujhe maza lene do!'
He winks. She rolls her eyes.
'Mr. Samrat Shergill..... Mazaak choregne aap...? Beshaaram!'
He grins.
'Besharam? Aur main?'
She nods.
'Jee haan!' He places her on the bed.
'Tho aap bhi sun leejiye, Mrs.Gunjan Bhushan Shergill! Aaj ke raat sirf aur sirf besharmi ke liye banni hai! Aur iss mauke ka poora poora faida uthaonga main!'
She screams in delight as he bends in closer to her!
I had tears running down my eyes. That night had been one of the best nights of my life.... There had been only fear after that night..... Fear of that house.... Fear of the evil spirit that resided in it.....
It had started exactly five days after our wedding night. I was home alone, due to Samrat's absence. He had been on a business trip.... It was the last night before his return when everything went wrong.......... I was in the kitchen preparing my dinner. The television was quietly humming in the living room and it was deathly silent. I smiled to myself as I thought about Samrat finally returning home..... I closed my eyes...imagining him...within my arms...never letting go.... I sighed happily. Wouldn't that just be the perfect day...?
Before I knew it, I was jolted out of my daydream. The lights were flickering above my head. I looked up, shocked. The lights...what had happened to the lights...? Suddenly, I realized just how stupid I was behaving. Stop it Gunjan! I scolded. Tu itni choti si baat se dar gayyi?! Morena me tho yeh har roz hua karta tha!I shook my head, slightly embarrassed. Yeh koi bhoot ki kahani nahi hai jo abhi lights off honge! I laughed. But before I could finish, the lights had competeltely gone out. I gulped. Coincidence. I thought to myself. Bhoot whoot kuch nahi hota....hai na...? I was shaking badly. Yes...it was a coincidence...nothing more...just a coincidence...... I slowly walked out of the kitchen.... to the quiet hum of the television.... phew... I thought. Somehow, the sound of the tv made it slightly easier to cope with my fear.... Wait.... If the lights had gone out...then...how could the tv...still be on...? I turned my head towards the tv.... Three words were written on it.... in letters that eerily resembled blood. It said,
Mauth kareeb hai....
Tum Se Tum Tak
Ganesh Kartikeya
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