Nightmares and Shadows
That night, Aryan dreams of a woman in a red sari, her face pale, eyes glowing with fiery vengeance. She whispers to him in a soft voice, "You should not have come." He wakes up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. The room feels cold despite the warm desert air outside. The next morning, Aryan notices scratches on his arms, as if something had gripped him during the night. He finds mud tracks leading to his bed, but noone is around. The villagers speak in hushed tones as Aryan walks through the streets, their fearful eyes following him. He wonders if the stories of the tree's curse might be true. The once charming village now seems suffocating, filled with an unseen terror.
That night, Aryan dreams of a woman in a red sari, her face pale, eyes glowing with fiery vengeance. She whispers to him in a soft voice, "You should not have come." He wakes up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. The room feels cold despite the warm desert air outside. The next morning, Aryan notices scratches on his arms, as if something had gripped him during the night. He finds mud tracks leading to his bed, but noone is around. The villagers speak in hushed tones as Aryan walks through the streets, their fearful eyes following him. He wonders if the stories of the tree's curse might be true. The once charming village now seems suffocating, filled with an unseen terror.