Ek purana, khali ghar. Shehar ke shor se door, Aryan ne ise saste mein kharida tha taaki wo apni pehli kitab shanti se likh sake. Lekin pehli hi raat, use ehsas hua ki wo akela nahi hai.
Raat ke thik 2:13 baje, uske bedroom ka darwaza apne aap thoda sa khula. Bahar corridor mein andhera tha, lekin use saaf sunayi di—ek dheemi, bhari saans lene ki awaaz. Aryan himmat karke utha aur darwaze tak gaya. Bahar koi nahi tha, siwaye ek purani chabhi ke, jo thik darwaze ki dehleez par rakhi thi.
Aryan ne chabhi uthayi. Wo chabhi thandi thi... itni thandi ki uski ungliyan sunn hone lagin. Tabhi usne deewar par dekha. Wahan khoon se nahi, balki kisi kaali siyahi (ink) se likha tha:
"Maine tumhe andar aane ki ijazat nahi di thi."
Aryan piche muda, lekin uska bedroom ka darwaza ab andar se band tha. Wo ab corridor mein phans chuka tha.
Suspense Ending (Part 1):
Aryan ne woh chabhi corridor ke aakhiri kone mein maujood ek chhote se basement ke darwaze mein lagayi. Darwaza khul gaya, lekin andar koi kamra nahi tha... wahan sirf ek bahut bada aaina (mirror) tha. Aaine mein Aryan ko apna chehra nahi, balki kisi aur ka chehra dikhayi de raha tha jo thik uske piche khada muskura raha tha.