In a spacious room, a beautiful young woman sat on the bed, dressed in her bridal attire. As the door slowly opened, the bride lowered her gaze shyly. The man stepped inside, walked toward her, and gently sat beside her on the bed. With tender hands, he slowly lifted her veil. Smiling as he looked at her face, he said softly,
"Reshma, you truly are very beautiful."
Hearing this, Reshma blushed even more.
"Are you feeling shy around me too now?" he teased gently. "And on a day like this, that's not fair. After all, tonight is our wedding night, isn't it?"
"You're impossible, Ranvijay ji," Reshma said shyly. "Go on, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Fine, don't talk," Ranvijay replied playfully, "but we can still do everything else."
"Oh please! If you don't stop teasing me, I'll get up and walk out," Reshma said, her face glowing with embarrassment.
"Alright, alright. I won't trouble you anymore," Ranvijay said.
Slowly, he leaned closer, kissed her lips, and then softly kissed her neck.
That night, the two remained wrapped in each other's arms, like two souls sharing one body. It was truly a special night for both of them.
Later, when Ranvijay fell asleep, Reshma opened her eyes. They were blood-red now. Her hair was loose and wildly scattered. She looked terrifying—like a witch. Smiling, she looked at Ranvijay and whispered,
"See, Ranvijay… I came back for you after all."
And then, she vanished.
In another room of the same mansion, another couple lay asleep in deep slumber. Suddenly, Reshma appeared and sat down on the woman's chest. The woman felt a heavy weight pressing on her and opened her eyes.
What she saw froze her with terror.
A horrifying woman sat on her chest—hair disheveled, eyes glowing red, staring straight into her soul. The woman began trembling uncontrollably.
Reshma grabbed her by the throat and said in a chilling voice,
"I want your vermilion."
The woman grew even more terrified.
"Take my life if you want," she cried, "but I won't give you my vermilion!"
What she truly meant was this: by asking for the vermilion, Reshma was demanding the woman's husband—so she could devour him.
When the woman refused, Reshma tightened her grip and strangled her to death. The man sleeping beside her never even realized that his wife had died because of him.
The next morning, when Reshma opened her eyes, her entire body ached terribly. The pain was strange—something she had never felt before. Her lower back hurt the most.
But what shocked her even more was this: she had no idea where she was.
Whose house was this?
Why was she here?
Who had brought her here?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a man screaming outside. She got up from the bed and went to look. In the adjacent room, she saw a crowd of people gathered. From inside, she could hear a man crying.
She was about to step closer when an elderly woman suddenly pulled her back and said,
"Where are you going, daughter-in-law? You've just gotten married. It's not appropriate for you to be among so many people. Go back to your room."
Hearing the word daughter-in-law, Reshma was stunned.
When did I get married? she wondered.
Then it struck her—the strange pain in her body… her aching waist…
Last night… something did happen.
But if she was married… then who was her husband?
Whom had she married?
Her head throbbed with pain as these questions swirled endlessly in her mind.
She still couldn't understand what had happened to her.
Reshma remembered that two months ago, she had come here to shoot a horror and suspense short film. She never believed in ghosts or spirits.
But one night, during the shoot, the lights suddenly went out.
Angrily, Reshma scolded the electrician,
"What kind of setup is this? If my film gets ruined because of you, you won't be spared!"
"I'll fix it right away, ma'am," the electrician said nervously—and ran off.
Reshma still couldn't understand what was actually happening to her. She clearly remembered that two months ago, she had come here for a film shoot. It was supposed to be a horror and suspense short film.
But that night—while the shooting was going on—the lights on the set suddenly went off.
Furious, Reshma shouted,"Hiresh! Hiresh! Where are you? Give me an explanation—what is all this?!"
Just then, another young man came running toward her. Bowing his head, he apologized nervously."I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll check it right away."
"Fix this immediately!" Reshma yelled angrily. "If my film gets ruined because of you, you won't be spared!"
Terrified, Hiresh quickly ran away from there.
Reshma was extremely angry—and deeply frustrated. It had already been two months since she arrived, yet her short film was still incomplete. Every time they tried to shoot, some problem would arise—sometimes the lights would go off, sometimes a co-actor would fall sick. Because of these constant interruptions, shooting had to be stopped again and again.
All this was causing Reshma huge financial losses. She wasn't rich enough to handle such damage. If the film stopped this time, she would be forced to shut it down completely. All her money was already gone. Whatever little she had left would only be enough to pay the workers and send everyone home.
Reshma was already living in deep depression. Sometimes, she even felt like dying. She dreamed of making a big-budget film, but no producer was ready to invest in her because she was a new writer. That's why she decided to make films on her own—short films, at least.
But even after remembering all this, she still couldn't recall what happened after the lights went off that night.
After thinking hard, she finally remembered—when the lights went out, she had walked out of the location. She realized the film would never be completed, and she became completely broken. Depressed and alone, she went outside to wander aimlessly.
Suddenly, something came under her feet.
A moment later, Reshma lost consciousness.
When she woke up, she felt a strange pain all over her body.
Yet she still couldn't understand—had she really gotten married?And if she had, then why couldn't she remember anything?
Had she lost her mental balance?
Doubt began to creep into her own mind.
Just then, the door of the room opened.
Hearing the sound, Reshma froze in fear. She thought it might be her husband. Slowly, she moved toward the door. As it opened, a handsome young man walked in. Smiling warmly, he said,
"You're not scared by all this, are you? Don't worry—everything will be fine."
But Reshma was trying to figure out who he was. Hesitantly, she spoke,"Y-you…?"
"I'm Ayaan Singh Rawat," he said with a smile. "I'm your younger brother-in-law. You probably didn't see me during your wedding—I couldn't attend due to some problems."
So, he's her brother-in-law, Reshma thought.Then where was her husband? What was his name?
These questions echoed in her mind, but she didn't dare to ask. She was afraid—if they found out about her memory loss, they might think she was insane and send her to a mental asylum.
A wedding was such a huge event, and she didn't remember it at all.They would definitely think I'm mad, she thought.
So she stayed silent.
After a moment, Reshma asked,"What's happening outside?"
Ayaan's face turned sad."The wife of the eldest uncle passed away in her sleep. That's why there's all this commotion outside."
"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that," Reshma said softly.
"There's nothing anyone can do," Ayaan continued, his voice trembling. "I heard Auntie had breathing problems… and last night, maybe—"His throat choked with emotion.
"Please take care of yourself," Reshma said gently.
Wiping his tears, Ayaan said,"Bhabhi, I also wanted to tell you—brother won't be coming home today. He's gone to London for work and will return after two days. He said to take care of yourself and apologized for leaving without meeting you."
"Thank you for telling me," Reshma replied.
But deep inside, she felt relieved—because she didn't want to meet him anyway.
"But bhabhi, you can call brother if you want," Ayaan added.
Call him? Why would I call him? Reshma thought.
Aloud, she said,"Don't worry about me. I'll call him later."
After that, Ayaan left.
Reshma was alone in the room again.
And today, that man—whom everyone called her husband—wasn't coming back.
That thought gave her some relief.
Still, she had no idea who her husband really was.
Suddenly, she thought about Ayaan Singh Rawat.His surname—Singh Rawat—felt strangely familiar.
Where have I heard this name before?
She tried to remember.
Then suddenly—"Oh…!"
She recalled hearing that name on television last year. But what was the full name? She closed her eyes, trying hard to remember.
Still, nothing came back.
She wasn't interested in news, which is why she hadn't paid attention back then.
Elsewhere, a man and a woman were sitting near a fire, performing a dark ritual. Again and again, they poured blood into the flames.
Suddenly, both opened their eyes.
Their eyes were completely red.
"The girl we chose is perfect," the man said. "And the best part—she was a virgin."
He burst into loud laughter.
The woman laughed with him.