Nikita Kaul 1 The first time Tanvi Mehra heard about the chalk outline was during her third day at St. Augustine’s Residential Academy for Girls. It was whispered between two girls in the library, their voices low but their eyes flickering with unmistakable fear. The words “outline,” “disappears,” and “Ragini” caught Tanvi’s attention like hooks in water. She leaned further behind the old geography shelf, heart thudding—not from belief, but curiosity. She had transferred here from Delhi after a messy school suspension and an even messier stepfather situation. Her mother called this place a “fresh start.” Tanvi called it a…
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Isha Mirza 1 Rhea Sen stepped off the dusty evening train into the heart of Lucknow, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the city’s curious blend of melancholy grandeur and stubborn life. Rickshaws rattled past the faded gates of old nawabi havelis, and the air carried the scent of marigolds, incense, and the distant, lingering sweetness of attar. As an art historian specializing in forgotten women of the Awadh court, she had dreamed of this moment for years: to walk the same stone paths once graced by courtesans whose dances whispered through history only in half-remembered couplets and brittle letters. Rhea…
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Chapter 1: The Golden Arrival The road to Harsinghpur was narrow and snaked like a forgotten scar through endless waves of wheat fields swaying under a late summer sun. Simran Kaur sat in the back of the dusty jeep, her duffel bag squeezed between her knees, eyes fixed on the undulating gold outside the window. The driver, a quiet man with a thick mustache and a radio playing crackly folk songs, hadn’t spoken since they’d passed the broken milestone that read: “Harsinghpur – 3 km.” As they entered the village, Simran’s first impression was of silence—not the peaceful, countryside kind,…
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R. A. Mirza 1 The narrow winding roads of Himachal twisted like ancient serpents through the towering pine forests as the jeep rolled into the remote village of Kharota, nestled quietly on the edge of forgotten maps. The air was thinner here, tinged with the sharp scent of resin and mystery, as if each gust carried whispers of old gods and unshed secrets. The group of four researchers—Dr. Kavya Sen, a cultural anthropologist from Delhi University; Raghav Mehta, a young videographer with an eye for the eerie; Tanya Verma, a mythologist obsessed with Himalayan folklore; and Arjun Das, a skeptical…