Birendra was on his way to his ancestral home situated in a small village in India. The road leading to the village was surrounded by dense forests, and the visibility was almost zero due to the thick fog. The locals believed that the forest was cursed, and no one dared to venture into it alone - not even the bravest of souls.
As Birendra approached his village, he noticed that something was not right. The village was eerily silent, and there were no lights on. He shrugged it off, assuming that the village must have fallen asleep early. He headed straight to his ancestral home, which was a majestic mansion built in traditional Indian style.
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I do not have any writting experience but love to share some imaginary stories which came to my mind when I visited certain places or attending some of the events.
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