Gaon ke kone mein ek purani kothi hai, jahan log kehte hain ki darwaze khud ba khud khulte hain. Koi wahan tikta nahi zyada der. Main kisi wajah se wahan gaya… par jo dekha, uske baad meri raaton ki neend ud gayi.
Amit Verma
Ek purani, viran haveli… ek aadhi raat ka phone call… aur ek aisi awaaz jo sirf mujhe sunai deti hai. Maine toh bas ek truth-or-dare ka challenge maana tha, par us raaz ne meri zindagi badal di. Sach kya tha? Bhoot ya kuch aur? Padhte rahiye – himmat ho toh.
Jab maine dadi ki purani almari saaf ki, ek purani diary mili. Us diary ke panne kuch ajeeb kahaniyaan keh rahe the—lekin woh sirf kahaniyaan nahi thi. Raat ke 2 baje jab darwaza khula… kuch laut aaya tha.
He kissed me goodbye like nothing was wrong. Two days later, my entire life unraveled with a knock at the door.