I never thought my lie would turn into this nightmare—or was it a filthy dream? Hi, My name is Manisha and this is my story. I love Rahul and All I wanted was to marry him.
When I told dad about him, he gave me a long lecture saying that he is not good enough for me. I knew that he was conservative and would never agree to my wishes.
I had to deal with him in his ways. He believed in god and those who believe in god also believe in devil. An idea struck my mind so I planned to implement it. It was simple: I will fake that I am possessed by devil, then as a devil, I will ask dad to send me to my eternal mate Rahul. There is no way he can get me curse free as we live in a high end society and here you can't find any exorcist or Tantrik.
Also, I promised my dad that I have broken up with Rahul and will never meet him again. It was necessary so he believes my drama.
After two weeks, It was Sunday today. I had my lunch with my dad and got back to my room. I did my makeup - wild black eyes, dishevelled hair, eyeliner running down my eyes, small cut on both arms, blood leaking slowly. I started throwing things making loud splattering sound. Soon dad came to my room as I kept the door unlatched.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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