It's been three days since that incident, and Varsha has still not talked with Aditya, She comes out of her room and decides to talk with Aditya, Varsha's heart pounds as she approaches Aditya, but her steps falter as she spots Neha and Aaryan engrossed in an intense conversation, their faces fraught with emotion. Suspicion gnaws at Varsha's mind, wondering what secrets lie beneath their exchanged glances, leaving her torn between confronting Aditya or unraveling the mystery unfolding before her eyes.
Neha runs towards Varsha and hugs her, Varsha seems a little confused. "Neha? Your leg?"
Neha lifts her kurtha to show her the brand new prosthetic leg she got from the villagers, "see, see, it's my new leg, it's fully made up of wood and very durable"
Varsha with tears in her eyes holds Neha's head
"I'm happy for you Neha"
Varsha turns and see Aaryan sitting near the lake, and tossing some rocks in to the lake "what happened my little brother?"
Aaryan turns towards her "I heard you left us and went along with dad without saying anything to us ??,
why have you returned to see whether we are dead or alive??"
Neha sees at Aaryan " he's an asshole , don't listen to his words"
Aaryan said angrily "just because I've got a hole in my ass doesn't mean I'm an asshole."
Varsha and Neha laugh loudly and Varsha comes near Aaryan and says, " you can see me right in front of you; I've not left you , I just went to give a send off for father."
Aaryan starts walking away "Like, you care about us, you must have come for that lovely boyfriend of yours."
Neha turns towards Varsha, saying, "sorry sis, he's little pissed on you, I'll go talk with him," and starts running behind Aaryan.
As she turns, Varsha's heart ached at the sight of Aditya lost in his thoughts, his pain palpable even in the silence. With a tender touch, she gently lifted his chin, meeting his distant gaze with eyes filled with love and understanding.
"Aditya," she whispered softly, her voice a soothing melody amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling around them. "I know your heart is heavy with grief, but you don't have to carry it alone. Let me be your solace, your anchor in this storm."
Feeling her touch, Aditya's eyes met hers, a glimmer of gratitude shining through the shadows of his sorrow. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close as if seeking refuge in her warmth.
"Varsha," he murmured, his voice laden with unspoken pain. "I don't know how to face this loss, but having you by my side makes it bearable. Your love is the light that guides me through the darkest of nights."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, a silent exchange of comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos of their emotions. In that moment, beneath the canopy of the tree where their love first blossomed, they found solace in each other's arms, a beacon of hope amid the shadows of grief.
Aditya's touch sent a wave of warmth coursing through Varsha's veins, soothing her weary soul. With a contented smile, she nestled closer against him, reveling in the comforting embrace they shared.
"Being here with you, it's like a balm to my soul," Aditya murmured, his voice laced with affection. "I feel like I can finally breathe again."
Varsha's eyes fluttered closed as she intertwined her fingers with his, savoring the sense of peace that enveloped them. "I'm glad," she whispered softly. "Just hold me a little longer, and let's forget the world outside."
As they drifted into a peaceful slumber beneath the canopy of stars, their intertwined hearts beating as one, they found solace in the simple joy of being together, their love a sanctuary in a world filled with chaos.
As Aditya lifted Varsha effortlessly into his arms, her laughter filled the air, a melody of joy that echoed in his heart.
"Where are you taking me?" Varsha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"To a place where our love can bloom freely," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he carried her to his room, the anticipation building with each step.
Once inside, they shed their clothes with a fervent urgency, their gazes locked in a passionate dance of longing and yearning.
"God, you're beautiful," Aditya murmured, his fingertips tracing the curves of her body with reverence.
Varsha's breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat of his touch, her skin ablaze with desire. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her eyes smoldering with desire.
Their kisses were fervent, each one a declaration of their love and need for one another. As they explored each other's bodies with a hunger that bordered on desperation, their connection deepened, their souls becoming intertwined in a symphony of passion and desire.
But as they lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies pulsating with the echoes of their love, Varsha gently placed a finger on Aditya's lips, halting his movements.
"Not yet," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. "Let's savor this moment a little longer."
Aditya's eyes met hers, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, as they surrendered to the magic of their love, knowing that in each other's arms, they had found their true home.
As Aditya pulled Varsha closer, their breaths mingled in the charged air between them, igniting a fire that blazed with raw passion and desire.
"Shall we make today the day we become one forever?" Aditya's voice was a husky whisper against her lips, his gaze smoldering with intensity.
Varsha's heart raced with excitement as she met his gaze, her own eyes dark with longing. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a soft murmur of consent, before their lips crashed together in a fevered kiss that left them both breathless.
Their kisses were a symphony of desire, each one more fervent than the last as they surrendered to the intoxicating allure of their love. With each touch, each caress, they explored the depths of their passion, their bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy and need.
As the night wore on, their passion only grew, their love a wildfire that consumed them both in its blazing intensity. And as they finally succumbed to the sweet release of sleep, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and desires, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, a journey fueled by the boundless depths of their love and desire.
It's dawn, As Aditya gently placed a kiss on Varsha's lips, she stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. A smile graced her lips as she greeted him with a soft, "Happy morning, Aditya."
Returning her smile, Aditya murmured, "Lovely morning," before preparing to depart for his work in the village.
Varsha's heart sank at the thought of being apart from him until evening. "Evening? I can't bear to wait that long to see you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with longing.
Drawing her close, Aditya pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his touch a soothing balm to her worries. "I'll be back before you know it," he reassured her, his words infused with love.
With a heartfelt declaration of love, Varsha echoed his sentiment, her voice ringing out in the room as he reluctantly left her side, his absence already keenly felt.
As Aditya stepped outside, his mind filled with thoughts of Varsha, he couldn't help but smile at the depth of their love, knowing that no matter the distance, their hearts would always remain intertwined.
Alone in the room, Varsha retrieved the mysterious book she had found in the abandoned house. The worn cover hinted at age and secrets. With a sense of curiosity, she opened the first page, revealing text in an unfamiliar language. As she attempted to decipher its contents, a slight breeze brushed against her, and the room seemed to hold a quiet hush. Despite the language barrier, Varsha found herself drawn into the intriguing narrative held within the ancient pages, as if the book carried the echoes of a story waiting to unfold.
"Hello, to whoever reading this book, I'm , I don't think saying my name does any difference , by the time you'll be reading this , I'll be long dead,
I want to tell you a tale that happened thousands of years back ,
"In the ages past," the words seemed to echo from the yellowed pages, "there existed two brothers of formidable power, masters of black magic beyond mortal comprehension. These siblings made a solemn pact never to wield their powers against each other."
Varsha's mind painted vivid images of the brothers, their dark arts casting shadows over the lands they inhabited.
"One brother, drawn to the southern coast, founded a village he named 'the Abyss.' Here, he ruled with an iron fist, employing his mastery over dolls to sow fear and subjugation among the people."
Varsha shuddered, imagining the chilling grip of the brother's control over the villagers.
"The other sibling journeyed to the eastern reaches, establishing 'the Blood Mist.' Here, he employed his mastery over minds, bending the will of the populace to his whims, ruling with tyranny and manipulation."
Varsha's heart sank at the thought of the villagers' plight, trapped in a web of darkness spun by the brothers' powers.
"As time passed," the narrative continued, "the descendants of these villages inherited fragments of their forebears' abilities. The Abyss became immune to the mental control of the Blood Mist, while the Blood Mist resisted the doll magic of the Abyss."
Varsha felt a sense of dread settle over her, realizing the inevitability of the conflict that lay ahead.
but the problem here was the doll technique which got passed down in abyss village was forgotten , no one followed it for an era and the next generation didn't know how to do it, back at our blood mist village only a handful of people were there who knows how to do the mind control and the rest were casted as slaves , there were one loophole in the technique we possessed , it cannot be used on the children who were below eight, one day the slaves of our village couldn't take the torcher , but as they were in the mind control , they were harmless, they asked their children to ask help from the abyss village , they wanted to create some fear in the abyss village so that they can attack the bloodmist village , and they get set free, so they created a lie, the children who are below eight from the abyss village can be controlled as they are not mentally strong and can be manipulated, of course it was a lie made by those slaves , but when the children of those slaves delivered this message to abyss village , they started getting fear, fear of death , maybe the fear of death by their own children, they had no other choice , they planned for an attack, the abyss village people dragged the blood mist village people who posses powers outside and tied all of them to a tree, there were 22 people ,including my son , everyone got burned in front of my eyes, I hided , with my full energy I was able to save my two grandchildren, I took them near the sea and asked them to get on to the main land and live their life happily, and I came back ,I wanted to live my last days in the place where I lived ,
Maybe the girl was little dumb ,but my grandson will take revenge, I know he will!!, I even thought them the skill to make them look young even though they grow older outside, one day they'll burn this island, and to whomever reads this book, you have the right to know at least my grandchildren's names , the boy's name is 'Aaryan' and the girl is ###a"
The part where the girl names was supposed to be was torn by that knife.
Varsha, with a heavy heart, set the book aside, its weighty revelations echoing in her mind. As she processed the chilling details – the boy named Aaryan, the girl with a name ending in 'a' being Neha, and the harrowing revelation that the killers were her own siblings – a profound sense of dread settled in. The room, once a sanctuary, felt suffused with an unsettling tension as Varsha grappled with the unimaginable truth. My mother adopted them 6 years back , we never asked them what happened in their past , Aaryan is the one who suggested me to go for an Yatch trip, and Neha is the one who planned to go in this direction, even when the storm hit the Yatch , Aaryan was the one who was controlling the boat along with dad, and Neha is the one who suggested dad to turn ship towards the island , they want to take revenge on this island, as they can't manipulate the abyss village due to restriction placed on that curse, they want to kill all the people who were once served them as slaves and now freely living their lives creating their own village, as soon as we entered they killed the village head, who are their next target, Aditya??, omg I have to tell Aditya about all these, he'll understand" as she turns around and opens the door to head for Aditya ,
Aaryan is standing In front of the door, "hi, Varsha, had a nice sleep?"
Varsha with her hands shaking "ya, what do you want"
Aaryan holds her hand "I've got a surprise for you, can you follow me" …...
(a day before these incidents back at the abyss village)
Some villagers bring a corpse " sir, we found this corpse near the east land"
the village lord comes and looks at his face
"so he's been killed by his own daughter?, Gabimaru do whatever you want to do with that women , I don't care what else happens, we lost the solo chance of getting her"
Gabimaru said in a low voice "sir, I know that. We have been getting haunted by that curse , ever since we destroyed that blood mist village, but killing a young girl will wash away that curse, we don't have proof for that."
village elder looks at Gabimaru and says, " we going to be like this and kill our next generation with our own hands??"
Gabimaru says with a fearful voice, "no, no, my sire, let's wait for some more time, probably another family may come, which we can then kill to wash away our curse," and by saying that Gabimaru walks away ,
A cage opens. " who's that? Who's that? , don't you dare come near me?" Someone removes the blindfold, It was Ananya, Gabimaru comes near her face. "your husband is dead and your lovely children are there in another village called mist village, I don't want to increase my sins by killing more people. Just go outside and head in the north east direction, and you'll get that village."
Ananya gets up and joins her hands together. "thank you."
Gabimaru closes his eyes, "I'll count until 10, you should not be there in front of my eyes when I open them. Go."
Ananya wipes her tears and starts running in the direction of 'mist village'.