Lubdhaksh's voice, deep and layered with an otherworldly echo, dripped with contempt. "I am full of greed." His words didn't just echo in their ears—they pressed against their chests, a heavy, unbearable weight.
Grandfather Kamal remained calm, his gaze steady. "Do you even realize what's happening here, Lubdhaksh? There are people—dangerous people—who want to reclaim the cursed coin. To use it for their own purposes."
Lubdhaksh let out a slow, mocking chuckle. "Why should I care?" he sneered, spinning the cursed coin effortlessly between Megha's fingers. "What happens to you humans is none of my concern. You break, you suffer, you die. It is all the same to me."
Yash, his fists clenched in fury, took a step forward. "You're just a lowly evil spirit hiding inside a nurse's body! I don't care what tricks you play—you don't get to speak to our chairman like that!"
Grandfather Kamal's eyes flashed with warning. "Yash, don't—"
But Yash had already lunged.
Before he could even reach Megha's body, Lubdhaksh casually flicked a finger. Instantly, a ring circle line of blue fire erupted in front of him—a towering barrier of enchanted flames. A pulse of scorching heat surged outward, slamming into Yash and sending him stumbling backward. He barely caught himself, his face pale from the sheer force of the magic. A dark aura wave spread its power throughout the room, affecting everyone.
Yash gave an angry smile as he slowly released his aura. Behind him, a dark, shadowy figure began to appear. Mohit, Madhav, and Meera could make out a snake-like shadow, but before it fully materialized, Grandfather Kamal shouted, 'Stop right there! Don't even think about doing something foolish!' After listening grandfather words Yash get normal again.
Lubdhaksh sighed, almost bored. "How disappointing," he muttered. "You humans never learn." He turned his gaze toward Grandfather Kamal again. "I have granted your family's wishes for generations. Your ancestors begged, bargained, and groveled at my feet." His smile twisted. "I gave them everything they desired... but I only care about what I like."
Madhav, who had remained silent until then, stepped forward, his voice hard. 'Then why are you even here, Lubdhaksh?' he demanded. 'If you stumbled into this world by chance, you should have left ages ago!' His voice rose, raw with anger. 'Because of you, my elder brother, Purav, is dead! And after what you did to my parents... they can't even speak anymore!'
At Madhav's words, a subtle shift occurred in Lubdhaksh's expression. The arrogant smirk faltered, just for a heartbeat. Then, his voice, now threaded with something akin to… pain, barely a whisper, he asked, 'Kamal… you didn't tell them, did you?
"Kamal's face remained utterly expressionless.
Lubdhaksh exhaled a breathy, humorless laugh. 'I'm disappointed, old friend.' He turned, his dark, burning gaze settling on Madhav. 'Do you truly believe I wanted to be here?' His voice dripped with a chilling sarcasm. 'And about your brother—you conveniently forget that he offered your life to me, and your parents, foolishly, they believe in his son so much, in result they came into my domain. With a reckless, foolish attitude. If only it were that simple...' His expression hardened, and the room seemed to tremble with the force of his words. 'I was betrayed.'"
The firelight danced wildly around them as Lubdhaksh slowly turned, meeting Kamal's gaze fully.
'It was my misfortune to be trapped in this world.'
Lubdhaksh's voice dripped with arrogance as he smirked. "I am a loyal servant. The protector of my king." His words slithered through the room like a venomous whisper, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.
Mohit swallowed hard but forced himself to speak. "Your king? Who the hell are you talking about?"
Lubdhaksh's expression darkened. "Why do you want to know?" he sneered. "It is not your concern, nor does it matter. You are nothing but insects scurrying in the shadows of something far greater than you can comprehend."
Suddenly, Megha's possessed body twitched violently. Her hand, still clutching the cursed coin, clenched into a tight fist, and dark, thick blood seeped from between her fingers.
Lubdhaksh's voice trembled with barely contained rage. "Time has passed… too much time… he snarled, his eyes flashing. "And the blame, the entire blame, rests upon the ones who dared to imprison me within this wretched coin!
A pulse of raw energy ripped through the room. The walls shuddered, a low, ominous groan. The air thickened, becoming a suffocating blanket. A primal fear, cold and sharp, sank its roots into every heart, as if the very shadows were coalescing, closing in for the kill.
Madhav's chest constricted, a painful vise. He recognized this sensation, this crushing weight—the palpable presence of something utterly beyond human comprehension.
Lubdhaksh's aura thickened, filling the space with an unbearable tension. The lights above flickered violently, the flames in the torches twisted unnaturally, casting jagged, shifting shadows.
Then, Lubdhaksh let out a slow, sinister chuckle. "My time in this body is reaching its end…" His head tilted, eyes gleaming with a cruel, otherworldly amusement. "But before I leave…" He scanned the faces around him, his gaze sharp as knives.
"The world is changing.**" His voice was almost a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a thousand deaths. "So be ready. Who knows when you will die?" He grinned, showing teeth too sharp, too unnatural for a human mouth.
And when that moment comes..." His voice dipped into something guttural, something ancient.
"There will be no one left to weep for you."
As Lubdhaksh's voice faded into the oppressive silence, Megha's body convulsed. A sickening crack echoed through the room as her hands shot up, seizing her head.
Her fingers dug into her scalp, and her smile stretched unnaturally wide. The firelight flickered, reflecting the madness in her bloodshot eyes.
Then, with a final, grotesque snap, she twisted her head in opposite direction.
The unnatural movement sent a wave of nausea rippling through the room. Her head lolled at an impossible angle, yet that eerie smile remained, frozen in place.
Her lips parted, and in a voice both hers and not hers, she rasped, "Goodbye, all of you… See you soon."
As her body went limp, the protective ring of fire surrounding her flickered and vanished. The suffocating heat evaporated, replaced by a chilling stillness.
Madhav and Yash, hesitant but unable to look away, cautiously stepped closer. A slow, thick trickle of blood dripped from Megha's open mouth, pooling onto the floor beneath her lifeless form.
Then—clink.
The curse coin slipped from her fingers, hitting the ground with a dull, metallic thud. It rolled in slow, lazy circles before finally settling on the cold floor.
When yash checked her pulse. "She's gone," he said, his voice flat. "The nurse...she's no longer alive."
Meera instinctively took a step back, unwilling to go anywhere near the corpse. The sheer horror of what had just happened left her breathless.
Mohit, visibly pale, felt his stomach churn violently at the gruesome sight. His breath came in short, panicked gasps. "W-where is your washroom...?" The feeling of vomiting was evident in his trembling voice.
Yash, still shaken, quickly signaled to a nearby servant. "Take him."
The servant rushed to Mohit's side, guiding him swiftly out of the room. As they disappeared down the hallway.
Madhav took a deep breath, his frustration evident. "Grandfather, why didn't you say anything to that demon?" His voice was tense. "Even when you gave the coin to Megha, you remained silent. I thought you would confront Lubdhaksh, but you said few things only. Why?"
Yash said hey boy low your voice don't forget you are infront of a chairman , but before he could say more, Grandfather Grandfather Kamal stepped forward and raised a hand, signaling him to stay silent.
With a simple motion, he extended his fingers toward the curse coin lying on the ground. A surge of wind swirled around it, lifting the coin into the air as if an unseen force controlled it. The golden surface gleamed ominously before Kamal guided it back into its small, ancient box. The lid shut tightly with a soft click, as though sealing away .
Grandfather Kamal exhaled, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "If I had spoken, Lubdhaksh would have used my words against me." His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable weight behind it. "He's intelligent—far more cunning than you realize. He manipulates thoughts, twists words. You noticed, didn't you? When you asked him a direct question, he never gave you a real answer. Instead, he steered the conversation elsewhere, shaping it to his will."
I thought calling that evil demon into Megha's body was a perfect chance. In any case, if he gets ready to give us Raj's treatment while talking...
Madhav clenched his fists, recalling how every time he tried to question Lubdhaksh, the demon had skillfully dodged, leaving him with more confusion than clarity.
Meera, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "Grandfather, I have a question."
Kamal turned to her. "What is it, Meera?"
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "When Lubdhaksh spoke, he said he was betrayed. Is that true?"
For a fleeting second, something unreadable flickered across Kamal's expression. Then, with an almost forced chuckle, he waved his hand dismissively. "Oh no, my cutie granddaughter. Of course not. He was lying."
But grandfather words said one thing, but Meera face told a different story.
A lie. Or… not the full truth.
Yash instructed his servant, "Remove the girl's body from here fastly." Immediately, two or three servants appeared, carrying Megha's body away. Another female servant then began to clean the floor.
Before Grandfather Kamal could say another word, Centaur Beni spoke, his deep voice filled with concern. "You heard that demon's words, Kamal. What do you think now? How will you help these kids?"
Grandfather Kamal's gaze shifted toward Yash, as if expecting an update. Yash, understanding the silent cue, spoke up. "As per the latest information, Raj's condition hasn't changed."
Madhav's expression darkened, a deep sorrow settling over him. "How will it change?"No medicine or treatment is working on him..."
Kamal remained silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then, with a determined voice, he said, "I will do something."
Just as those words left his lips, the distant sound of an approaching vehicle cut through the heavy atmosphere. Headlights flashed through the mention grand windows, and within moments, a sleek black car rolled to a stop at the entrance.
The air felt different—charged with an unsettling energy.
The headlights dimmed, and the sound of the engine faded into silence.
Two bodyguards stepped out from the front seats, but something was wrong—one of them was badly injured, his arm wrapped in blood-soaked bandages. He stumbled slightly, gripping the car door for support.
Before anyone could react, the passenger door swung open. A young woman stepped out, her figure silhouetted against the dim light. She carried a bag slung over her shoulder, her every movement deliberate, controlled.
As she stepped into the room where Madhav, Meera, and the others sat, a stunned silence fell over them.
Madhav's breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Anika...?!"
Meera's face mirrored the same shock. She whispered, "What is she doing here?"