Whispers of the Eternal Love

The tale I'm about to recount is one of intrigue, mysticism, and a twist that defied the laws of nature.

In a modern era where skepticism had firmly taken root in my city-girl heart, my perception of the world was grounded in the here and now. Indian mythology seemed like a distant tale, a part of ancient history, and nothing more. But all of that changed one winter during my visit to my grandparents' place, a sanctuary from the strict rules of my parents.

My parents, ever the vigilant guardians of my freedom, dropped me off and whisked me away on a business trip, leaving me with an unusual sense of liberty. I reveled in the crisp winter breeze and found myself yearning for an adventure to break the monotony of routine.

The temptation lay in the nearby forest, a place forbidden for its mythical aura. Deep within its enigmatic depths, there was a wishing well that held a peculiar power. It was said to grant wishes, but with a twist, I was oblivious to. My curiosity outweighed my skepticism, and so I ventured into the mystical woods.

In the presence of the ancient wishing well, I dared to make an audacious wish—to see a spirit. A voice echoed, "Your wish is granted without condition because..." The sentence trailed off, leaving me in suspense. I blinked, but there was no apparition to be found. I hastily departed, a shiver running down my spine.

Little did I know that my life was about to unravel in a series of inexplicable events.

The night that followed was a peculiar one. A constant feeling of being watched gripped me, making sleep elusive. As the first rays of dawn danced into my room, I woke with a start. Panic set in as I examined my right palm, drenched in sweat and flushed as if it had been clasped by another for an eternity. A frantic inquiry with my grandparents yielded no answers; they had not ventured into my room.

Desperate to unravel the mystery, my phone rang, breaking the eerie silence. It was my best friend, bearing an uncanny knowledge of my location and a promise of a surprise at the peak point. How she knew I was here remained a mystery, though I attributed it to a slip of information from my parents.

At the peak point, a delightful gathering of friends awaited. Laughter, gossip, and a feast for the senses ensued. But our quest for a perfect group photo led us to the edge of the precipice, where the world seemed to merge with the horizon.

Sahil, my boyfriend, drew near and whispered a possessive question that sent chills down my spine. It was a bizarre inquiry, for we were already a couple. Before I could fully grasp his intentions, he uttered words that would forever haunt my memory: "Sorry, but this is the only way we can be together forever."

In a shocking twist, he pushed me off the edge, and I plummeted toward what seemed like certain doom. My thoughts swirled in confusion, and the last thing I wondered was, "Why, Mr. Sahil, why?"

As I lay there, grappling with the astonishing fact that I had miraculously survived, my friends and the doctor gathered around me. Relief washed over me as the doctor assured me of my fortunate escape from a near-death experience. But my mind was consumed by a whirlwind of unanswered questions.

"Why did Sahil push me? Who brought me here? How did I survive such a fall?" These three mysteries loomed large, demanding answers.

I inquired about the person who had brought me to safety, and the doctor mentioned a certain Mr. Vidyut. I couldn't fathom how he had found me and knew my friends, sending my curiosity into overdrive. When I asked my friends how they had known I was there, they revealed that Sahil had informed them and orchestrated the surprise gathering.

However, a nagging question persisted: How had Sahil known my location? I immediately called my parents, who confirmed they hadn't disclosed my whereabouts or knew anyone named Mr. Vidyut. The pieces of this puzzling situation just didn't fit.

In desperation, I dialed Sahil's mother to inquire about his whereabouts since his phone was off. The reply that reached my ears sent a jolt of disbelief through my body. "We lost him in an accident yesterday." It was an unimaginable shock; the person who had pushed me off the cliff was no longer alive. I was overwhelmed with grief and confusion.

I confided in my friends, and they recounted how they had caught Sahil at the scene, but he had managed to escape, adding yet another layer of mystery to this bewildering tale.

With countless questions swirling in my mind, I returned home to my concerned grandparents, and upon narrating the entire story, they revealed a shocking piece of history. It appeared that I had unwittingly visited a place of dark legend.

In the village, there had once been a wealthy young man who fell in love with a girl and fulfilled all her desires. However, on a fateful day, this seemingly greedy girl brutally assaulted him, causing his head to bleed. Strangely, her white designer dress had turned a gruesome shade of red that very day. The villagers remained oblivious until the true nature of their love story emerged, leading to the girl's hasty departure from the village.

I couldn't help but inquire about the fate of that young man, to which my grandparents revealed that he had lost his memory and eventually succumbed to death. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grappled with the depth of human cruelty.

The bizarre incidents continued to unfold, with inexplicable events becoming a part of my daily life. I began to suspect that these occurrences were not mere coincidences, especially considering that I miraculously survived every critical situation I encountered.

A neighbour suggested I turn to the holy scriptures for answers, claiming they held solutions to both earthly and otherworldly problems. With a sense of urgency, I decided to heed the advice.

The memory of the girl in the white dress haunted my thoughts. It was a detail that seemed significant. Wearing a white dress, I returned to the very well where this bizarre journey had started. Along the jungle path leading to the well, a tap on my back jolted me. I spun around to find a striking young man introducing himself as Mr. Vidyut.

Overwhelmed by curiosity and intrigue, I began to bombard him with questions, eager to unravel the enigmatic threads that had woven this extraordinary tapestry of events.

As I confronted the mysterious Mr. Vidyut, my emotions swung from anger to disbelief. His claim that he was Sahil, despite being deceased, was an enigma I struggled to grasp.

Mr Vidyut: "My body is dead, not my soul, dear."

I seethed with anger but couldn't deny the inexplicable events unfolding around me. Vidyut urged me to believe in the world beyond our understanding and to embrace the possibility of magic and mysticism. Intrigued, I allowed him to recount my journey in astonishing detail, something only Sahil could have known.

Gradually, his words began to make sense, and I started to believe that this was indeed Sahil's soul lingering in the world.

Mr Vidyut/Sahil: "Where are you going?"

Me: "I'm heading back to the well where this all started."

Mr. Vidyut/Sahil: "Be cautious, and keep an eye on Ahaan."

My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Who is Ahaan?"

Mr Vidyut/Sahil: "He's the boy who was killed by his greedy girlfriend, and later the villagers found him dead in that well."

My heart raced at the revelation. I then shared my discovery of the well-granted wishes, and Mr Vidyut/Sahil cautioned against the selfish nature of wishes.

Me: "But my wish was granted without any conditions."

Mr. Vidyut/Sahil: "What did you wish for, miss?"

Me: "To see a ghost."

Mr Vidyut/Sahil: "I don't believe it."

Our argument continued, with Mr. Vidyut/Sahil playfully commenting on my debating skills. However, his demeanour suddenly shifted, and he hastily left the scene.

I reached the well and called out, and that's when a figure with sapphire eyes and bronzed caramel skin materialized before me. His presence was hypnotic, and I asked, "Who are you, Mr.?"

Ahaan: "I am the one who fulfills wishes."

My curiosity surged, and I questioned him about granting my wish without conditions.

Ahaan: "Because love happens without any condition. When I saw you in that white dress with a pure smile, I was mesmerized. It reminded me of my golden days."

Me: "But how can a ghost fall in love?"

Before I could comprehend his response, I asked the crucial question, "Why did you try to kill me?"

Ahaan: "Because that's the only way we can stay together forever."

I screamed in fear, but Sahil materialized beside me, whispering for me to change my outfit as he confronted Ahaan with his supernatural powers.

I rushed to a nearby hut, and upon my return, Sahil instructed me to burn the white dress and the red packet.

Ahaan pleaded with me not to do it, but I didn't hesitate. As the flames consumed the items, Ahaan vanished into thin air.

Turning to Sahil with tears in my eyes, I asked, "How do you always find the solutions to my problems?"

Sahil: "I'm a genius, you see! But, jokes aside, I went to Ahaan's family, who had left the village long ago. After numerous discussions and arguments, they finally revealed that if the girl Ahaan loved burned his favourite attire, the designer white dress, and the red packet, his soul would vanish from this earth."

Me: "Sahil, I wish you would stay with me forever."

Just as I uttered those words, I felt a splash of water, and when I opened my eyes, I was in my room, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home. My mother encouraged me to freshen up as we were heading to our grandparents' home. I glanced at my right hand and noticed the red marks, as though someone had held it for a prolonged time.

Me: "Was it a coincidence or a glimpse of a predicted future? A dream that foretold an extraordinary journey?"