Arnab stood still.
In front of him was Meena—her hand slowly reaching out.
Inside the mirror, countless trapped faces—Rahul among them—were crying out for freedom.
The air in the room had grown heavy.
Time itself seemed to stand still.
Arnab spoke quietly,
"I want to know the truth."
A faint smile appeared on Meena's lips.
"Then listen…"
Suddenly, the room began to change.
The walls blurred.
Arnab felt as if he was no longer in the present.
He was being pulled into the past.
The house was different now.
New.
Clean.
Alive.
Laughter echoed through the halls.
A little girl ran across the room—
Meena.
Her eyes were full of joy.
Her face, full of life.
Arnab realized—
These were her memories.
Then—
The scene shifted.
Night.
Rain.
Inside the house stood an old man, his eyes filled with madness.
Arnab recognized him—
Rahul's grandfather.
But this version of him was terrifying.
In front of him stood the mirror.
Strange symbols were drawn all around it.
Candles flickered.
The old man whispered something like a ritual—
"This mirror… will hold souls… it will conquer death itself…"
A chill ran through Arnab's body.
This was no ordinary mirror.
It had been created—
To trap souls.
Suddenly—
Meena entered the room.
"Grandfather, what are you doing?" she asked innocently.
The old man turned.
There was something dark in his eyes.
"You… you will help me…"
The scene went dark.
Then—
The pond.
Night.
Meena was crying.
"Please… let me go…"
But no one answered.
She stepped back—
And fell into the water.
"Help…!"
Her scream faded into the darkness.
Arnab understood.
Meena's death was not an accident.
She had been—
A sacrifice.
To strengthen the mirror.
The scene shifted again.
Young Rahul was running away.
Behind him—
Meena's desperate cries.
But he never turned back.
Everything faded.
Arnab found himself back in the room.
Meena stood before him.
"Now you know…"
she said softly.
There was no anger left in her voice.
Only deep sorrow.
"I am trapped… inside this mirror…"
"And whoever comes here… becomes trapped too…"
Arnab spoke slowly,
"Then… you need to be freed."
Meena shook her head.
"Not me…"
She looked toward the mirror.
"Them."
From inside, Rahul shouted,
"Arnab! Please… do something!"
Arnab remained silent for a moment.
Then he said,
"The mirror must be destroyed… right?"
Meena nodded.
"But be careful…"
"If you break it—every soul will be freed…"
"And the one who breaks it… may never return…"
Arnab took a deep breath.
There was only one path before him.
He picked up a heavy iron rod.
Stepped in front of the mirror.
His reflection stared back at him—
And behind it—
Countless trapped souls.
Rahul shouted,
"No! You'll die!"
Arnab gave a faint smile.
"Someone has to do it…"
He closed his eyes.
Then—
With all his strength—
He struck the mirror.
"CRAAASH!"
The mirror shattered.
A terrifying scream echoed through the house.
The walls trembled.
Cracks spread across the room.
Then—
Silence.
Slowly, light returned.
The room was empty.
Old.
Broken.
Only shattered glass lay on the floor.
Outside—
Morning had arrived.
Birds were chirping.
Everything felt… normal.
The villagers gathered in front of the house again.
The door was open.
They stepped inside.
The mirror—
Destroyed.
On the floor—
Arnab's phone.
But—
Arnab was gone.
From that day on—
No strange sounds were ever heard again.
No one ever disappeared.
But sometimes…
Near the pond behind the house—
In the early morning mist—
Two figures can be seen.
A girl.
And a boy.
Standing quietly.
As if—
They had finally found peace.