The morning sun cast long shadows over the college playground as Inspector Ajit Kumar stood observing the campus. Students bustled about, laughing and chatting, unaware of the silent observer scanning their surroundings with a sharp eye.
With a purposeful stride, Ajit made his way toward the principal's office. Stepping inside, he greeted the man seated behind the large wooden desk.
"Good morning, sir."
The principal with a reserved expression, nodded. "Good morning. A police officer personally visiting our college—should I be concerned?" He leaned back in his chair. "But as you may know, I am new here and previously I am vice principal of this college. I can only provide information that is within my knowledge."
Ajit gave a reassuring nod. "That's fine, Principal Sir. I'm here because I received reports that some students from this college were hospitalized after a recent college trip. One of them is now in a coma." His tone was calm but firm.
The principal's face tensed slightly, and he hesitated. "A coma?" He sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I… I truly feel terrible hearing that. But as I said, I wasn't here at the time. If something happened, I have no firsthand knowledge." He folded his hands on the desk. "I will pray for that student's recovery."
Ajit studied him for a moment before continuing. "I understand. However, I'd like to speak to two students—Madhav and Aman. Perhaps they can shed some light on the situation."
The principal offered a small smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm known for being a strict administrator, but since you're the police, I'll make an exception."
He reached for the bell on his desk and rang it. Moments later, a staff member entered.
"Take this officer to the students he wants to meet," the principal instructed.
Ajit followed the staff member through the corridors, eventually arriving at a classroom. As he stepped inside, the students fell silent, their curious gazes fixed on the unexpected visitor.
Ajit scanned the room. "I'm looking for Madhav and Aman."
A girl stepped forward hesitantly. Her expression was troubled, her voice uncertain. "They haven't come back from the hospital yet."
Ajit studied her. "Your name?"
"Rupali," she replied softly.
Before he could respond, another girl approached—this one brimming with anger. Her eyes burned with frustration as she glared at him.
"We don't know where Madhav is," she snapped. "And we don't have to answer your questions."
Ajit raised an eyebrow, his lips curling slightly in amusement. "Whoa, hold your horses, girl. No need to bite my head off. I'm just doing my job." By the way, what is your name?" She replied, "Priya.
Before the tension could escalate, a female officer entered the room, approaching Ajit with urgency.
"Sir, we need to leave. An important matter just came up," she informed him.
Ajit nodded. "Understood, Officer Khushi." Then, turning back to Rupali, he said, "We'll talk again soon."With that, he adjusted his cap and strode out.
Meanwhile the Centaur spoke. "This girl may appear to be just a nurse, Centaur Beni's eyes glowed faintly. "She carried a poison-filled syringe meant for Brother Kamal. but we caught her in yesterday, attempting to assassinate Kamal." His deep voice echoed through the room.
Yash, standing beside him, gestured subtly toward a servant. The man stepped forward and handed him a screen tab phone . Yash scrolled through the screen, his expression darkening. "Her name is Megha Kumari," he announced. "She recently joined our hospital as a nurse, but before in previous hospital that…" He glanced at the others before continuing. "She worked as nurse like this and there she committed unspeakable crimes—killing ten newborns before disappearing. The police have been hunting her, and there's a bounty of four lakh rupees on her head."
Megha, bound but eerily calm, smirked. "So, what now? You're going to hand me over to the police?" Her voice was laced with mockery.
"Yes," Mohit declared, his jaw clenched. "Call them now. She needs to be behind bars."
Madhav, His brows furrowed as he turned to grandfather Kamal. "Sir, what are you thinking?
Before anyone could react, Megha suddenly wrenched herself free, her eyes filled with murderous intent. In a flash, she lunged toward Kamal, a concealed blade glinting in her hand.
Time seemed to slow.
Just as the blade neared Kamal's chest, Yash sprang into action. With swift precision, he swung the tab phone in his hand, striking Megha hard across the head. The impact sent her staggering back, momentarily disoriented. Without hesitation, Yash grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply and forcing her to drop the weapon.
With a forceful push, he shoved her back into the chair. Megha gasped as blood trickled down her forehead from the blow.
Meera, still shaken, turned to her grandfather. "Why does she want you to kill so badly?"
Grandfather remained silent, his gaze unreadable.
It was the Centaur who spoke next. His voice was deep, almost foreboding. "The real question who sent her here." His sharp eyes scanned the room. "Someone out there desperately wants to see Kamal dead. And we need to find out who."
The tension in the hall thickened as Grandfather Kamal raised a hand, silencing everyone. His eyes were cold, unreadable.
"I don't need to know who sent her," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. "I already have something in mind."
Without another word, he gestured toward his servants. "Hold her properly," he commanded.
Two of them moved swiftly, grabbing Megha by her arms, forcing her into place. She struggled, her eyes flashing with fury, but their grip was like iron. Another servant stepped forward, unsheathing a gleaming knife.
The realization hit Megha a second too late.
The blade came down in a swift, brutal arc.
A piercing scream filled the room as Megha's right hand was severed at the palm. Blood splattered across the marble floor as she writhed in agony, her screams echoing like a banshee's wail.
"What… what are you doing?" she gasped, her voice laced with pain and disbelief. Her whole body trembled, eyes wild as she stared at Meera's Grandfather.
But grandfather kamal didn't respond.
Instead, he reached into a small box.
A gust of wind stirred around him as he withdrew the cursed coin. The air crackled with energy. The coin floated just above his palm, pulsing with an eerie, golden glow. A sinister aura radiated from it, making the room feel colder.
Everyone watched, frozen in place.
The atmosphere in the hall grew thick with tension as Grandfather Kamal extended his hand, the cursed coin floating just above his palm. The coin pulsed with an eerie golden glow, radiating a sinister energy.
With an unsettling calm, Grandfather Kamal placed the coin onto Megha's bleeding palm. The moment the cold metal touched her exposed flesh, a low hum vibrated through the air. Grandfather Kamal studied her face for a moment, then glanced down at the coin.
"Come out," he said, his voice steady yet commanding. "I need to talk. Are you listening?"
A sharp intake of breath came from the Centaur. His usual composed demeanor cracked, and he spoke in a low, warning tone. "Kamal… don't do this."
Megha, her face contorted with pain, let out a crazed laugh. "Hey, old man, what the hell are you doing? You cut my hand off, and now you're giving me some type of coin?" Her voice wavered between hysteria and rage.
Meera, eyes wide with concern, took a step forward. "Grandfather, what are you trying to do? What is the meaning of this?"
Before anyone could react, Megha's body convulsed violently. A bloodcurdling scream tore through her throat.
Her hand twitched. Then—horrifically—her fingers started bending backward, one by one, with sickening cracks.
Her eyes rolled back, her body jerking as if something unseen had taken hold of her. Then, in a final, agonizing motion, all of her fingers twisted grotesquely into impossible angles.
She slumped forward, unconscious.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Yash, still seated, leaned forward with an uncertain frown. "Is she okay? Or is this some kind of trick?" Centaur said" no I don't think so."
Madhav pushed back his chair, standing swiftly. He walked towards Megha cautiously, kneeling beside her to check her pulse. A moment later, he looked up. "She's alive," he confirmed. "But completely unconscious." yash with confidence said go to your own place don't overreact here ,
Chairman knows what he is doing.
Grandfather Kamal remained unfazed. Reaching for a glass of water from the table, he took it in his hand and, without hesitation, flung the liquid onto Megha's face.
What happened next sent chills through everyone.
The room's lights flickered wildly as if a storm had torn through the hall. Dark energy rippled across the walls, twisting the very air around them. The temperature dropped. Shadows stretched unnaturally.
Then, Megha's head snapped up.
Her eyes—no longer her own—locked directly onto Kamal's with an intensity that sent a shiver through even the bravest in the room.
A smirk curled on her lips.
When she spoke, her voice was no longer similar.
"Long time no see," she said.
The words came out in a deep, guttural tone—the voice of a man.
A chill crept through the air, heavy and suffocating. The lights above flickered erratically as if the very presence in the room disrupted reality itself. Strong dark aura surrounded in room, stretching unnaturally.
Mohit swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something like this… it happened before. In Shimla. With you, Madhav."
Here after listening Mohit words,memories of that Shimla night and purav death clawing their way back into his mind.
Madhav's throat tightened with anger. He thought it's my chance here he would demand, 'Why did you take my brother's life?
Grandfather Kamal, his expression grim, took a slow step forward. His eyes never left Megha. "Yes," he said, his voice eerily calm. "It's been a long time."
Megha Her head tilted at an unnatural angle, her bones cracking as she did. Then, before their eyes, her twisted fingers began to realign with soft, sickening pops. The room echoed with the grotesque sound as each joint snapped back into place.
Then, with a smooth, almost elegant motion, she spun the cursed coin between her newly healed fingers.
She grinned, the smile too wide for her face. Her eyes gleamed with something inhuman.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered.
Megha's lips curled into a wicked grin, her teeth unnaturally sharp under the dim flickering light. The cursed coin spun effortlessly between her fingers, as if it had always belonged there.
Grandfather Kamal remained unfazed, his expression cold and unreadable. "No, I didn't miss you," he said, his voice steady. "In fact, I was relieved when I heard the cursed coin had been stolen—ripped away from the grip of the four families, as you know my family, one of them.
Megha's eyes darkened, the pupils dilating unnaturally. With a crazed look, she said, 'What do you think you see in my eyes?'
Grandfather Kamal forward slightly said "And by looking into your eyes," he continued, "I see nothing but hunger of greed— Oh no, let me correct myself—a true greedy evil demon." His voice hardened. "What do you think, Lubdhaksh? Am I right?"
The moment the name left his lips, a wave of unnatural pressure filled the room. The very air seemed to vibrate with a dark force.
The walls creaked. Shadows stretched unnaturally.
Then Megha—no, Lubdhaksh—threw her head back and laughed. A sound that was neither human nor beast, a deep, rumbling cackle that echoed through the villa like a death knell. It wasn't just a laugh—it was a pulse of sheer darkness, pressing against their chests, making their skin crawl.
Mohit staggered back, gripping the edge of a chair for support. Meera's breath caught in her throat, her hands trembling and Inside her mind, there was a dark pressure of feeling and fear. I've seen many different creatures, but this is something else entirely." Even Madhav, who had faced the horrors of the cursed coin before, felt an unnatural chill coil around his spine.
As the laughter faded, Megha's body straightened, her movements smooth but eerily stiff, like a marionette pulled by unseen strings. She slowly turned her head toward Grandfather Kamal, her grin widening until it seemed to stretch beyond what was humanly possible.
"You really remember my name," she purred, voice thick with malice. "And yes… I am greedy." Her fingers tightened around the coin, and the room dimmed further, as if the very light feared her presence.
"I am full of greed." She took a step forward, her feet barely making a sound on the cold marble floor.
"Greedy for power..."
"Greedy for innocent souls..."
"Greedy for my duty and loyalty toward my king..."