In the small, bustling town of Orville, two young souls found each other in the hallways of Orville High. Rohan and Sanya had been inseparable since they first met as shy freshmen, sharing dreams, laughter, and promises that only young lovers could understand. Their love was pure, and despite the cruel taunts of those who couldn’t understand, they thrived, finding strength in each other’s embrace.
Their dreams were big, too. Rohan aspired to become an engineer, a dream that kept him burning with determination. When he finally secured a spot in a prestigious engineering college, Sanya was overwhelmed with pride. They celebrated the achievement together under the dim lights of their favorite café, promising that distance would only strengthen their bond.
But life has a way of turning dreams into nightmares.
Rohan’s arrival at the new college was overwhelming, but he kept his spirits high, motivated by thoughts of Sanya and their future. However, the seniors had a dark way of welcoming newcomers. The ragging was brutal. Harmless teasing escalated into psychological torture, led by a notorious group of senior boys who seemed to relish the terror they inflicted.
The final night of ragging was one Rohan wouldn’t survive. He was cornered on the third-floor balcony by the gang. He begged for mercy, his eyes desperate, pleading with those he thought could offer a way out. But they only laughed, taunting him, and pushing him closer to the edge. The last thing he remembered was the mocking laughter echoing as he lost his balance and plummeted into the dark.
When Sanya received the news, her heart shattered. The love of her life, her reason for living, was gone forever, taken by the cruelty of those who showed no remorse. She was devastated, inconsolable, and fell into a despair that left her hollow and vengeful.
In her pain, Sanya found herself drawn to the dark arts, immersing herself in ancient rituals, black magic, and forbidden practices. She disappeared from Orville for several years, re-emerging as someone the townsfolk no longer recognized. Her eyes, once warm and hopeful, now held a glint of something sinister.
She hadn’t just become skilled—she had mastered the art of vengeance.
Ten Years Later
Each of the seniors who had been involved in Rohan’s ragging had moved on with their lives, achieving success in their respective careers. They had homes, families, and riches beyond measure. But one by one, their lives began to unravel.
The first was Aditya, now a successful businessman. One evening, he was returning from a late-night meeting. His car broke down on a deserted road, and as he stepped out to check the tires, a gust of cold wind swept over him. The shadows seemed to move, and he began hearing a faint, familiar voice—Rohan’s voice—whispering his name. Terrified, he ran, but no matter how far he went, the whispers followed.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a figure. A ghostly vision of Rohan, his face twisted in anguish, his body broken and bruised. Aditya screamed, but no one could hear him. In the darkness of the night, he stumbled, his screams muffled as he was pulled by an unseen force, his lifeless body found the next day with terror etched on his face.
News of Aditya’s death sent ripples through the group, but they dismissed it as an accident, chalking it up to paranoia. But Sanya was far from done.
Next was Sahil, a renowned doctor, who had always prided himself on his resilience. Late one night, as he was performing surgery, the lights flickered, and his instruments failed. He looked down and saw Rohan’s face on the operating table, eyes wide open, accusing him. He staggered back, trying to shake the vision, but it clung to him, haunting him day and night until he could no longer bear it. Eventually, he was found dead in his clinic, a scalpel in his hand, his wrists slit in desperation.
By now, the remaining members of the group knew they were being hunted. They tried to flee, changing their routines, staying in crowded places, and avoiding any mention of their past sins. But Sanya’s revenge was relentless, and nothing they did could break her grip on their fate.
Third was Rakesh, now a popular social media influencer. As he recorded a live stream one night, a shadow appeared behind him, visible to thousands of horrified viewers who watched as he was lifted off the ground, gasping and struggling for breath. The screen went black, and when they found his body, his eyes were wide open in horror, his face twisted in a silent scream.
The last of the group was Nitin, the leader, the one who had pushed Rohan off the edge that night. His wealth and power couldn’t save him from Sanya’s vengeance. He hired guards, consulted priests, and even fled to a foreign country, hoping to escape the curse that followed him. But Sanya’s power was boundless; she reached him no matter where he went.
One night, Nitin woke to find himself paralyzed, unable to move as shadows danced around his bed. He could see Sanya’s figure in the darkness, chanting words he couldn’t understand. His body felt heavy, and his mind began to slip, drowning in visions of Rohan, of the balcony, of that haunting laughter that had once filled him with such pride. It was all unraveling, his sanity slipping as he saw himself falling, falling, endlessly falling.
In his final moments, Nitin’s mind shattered, unable to comprehend the depths of the torment Sanya had unleashed.
With each life she took, Sanya felt Rohan’s soul finally finding peace, piece by piece. She had become a creature of shadows, a harbinger of death who spared no remorse for those who had wronged her love. But as she sat alone in her dimly lit room, surrounded by the symbols of her dark craft, a hollow sadness lingered. Her love was gone, lost forever, and no amount of revenge could fill the void within her.
They say she still walks the lonely streets of Orville at night, her footsteps echoing with the whispers of the past. Those who see her claim her eyes are hollow, that her face bears the expression of one caught between worlds—no longer human, but something darker, something far more terrifying.
Sanya had claimed vengeance, but it came at a price. Her humanity had faded, leaving only a vessel of dark, relentless fury in its place, bound to wander the earth, forever searching for the peace she would never find.
