A beautiful 30 years old lady "Tasha" with long red hair which was held in her updo with one wooden stick, attractive eyes, innocence in her eyes..
Wearing green color long gown was walking in a forest.. As she got tired she saw a abandoned temple deep in the forest but earlier locals warned her about the cursed Arti facts but she didnt believe in superstitions .
As she descendent into the dark chamber the air grew thick. She stumbled upon an ancient relic - a golden mask with a glowing eyes
All of sudden the doors creaked shut, tapping her inside the space
The mark whispered -
" You have awakened the darkness"
Shadows swirled around her
Tasha tried to scream
But her voice was trapped in a darkness..
As Tasha's eyes adjusted to the darkness, the whispers grew louder.
The mask seemed to be pulling her closer, its glowing eyes burning with an otherworldly energy. She tried to resist, but her legs moved involuntarily towards it.
Suddenly, visions flashed before her – ancient rituals, forgotten temples, and a civilization lost to time. The mask was unlocking secrets, revealing a hidden truth. Tasha's mind reeled as the whispers turned to screams, and she felt herself being pulled into the abyss...
Just as all hope seemed lost, a faint light flickered. A figure appeared – her colleague, Rohan, with a torch and a determined look. He grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the mask's grasp.
They stumbled out into the daylight, gasping for air. The temple stood eerily silent, the mask's whispers fading into the distance. Tasha turned to Rohan – how did he know?
Rohan smiled grimly, "I followed your research. You weren't answering calls. I guess I arrived just in time."
Tasha's eyes narrowed. Had they really escaped, or was just the beginning ..
Tasha's gaze lingered on Rohan as they stumbled away from the temple. Something felt off – his smile seemed... rehearsed?
The forest, eerily quiet earlier, now buzzed with sounds, but they kept walking, putting distance between them and the temple.
Back at the camp, Tasha confronted Rohan. "How did you really find me?" Rohan hesitated, glancing around nervously. "Tracked your phone's GPS." Tasha's instincts screamed otherwise. "No signal out here," she said, her voice low.
Suddenly, the camp's generator roared to life. A recorded whisper echoed through the speakers: "You shouldn't have come." The trees seemed to close in. Rohan's eyes widened – he wasn't expecting this.
Tasha grabbed a torch, pulling Rohan into the Jeep. "Let's get out." But the forest had other plans. Branches blocked the path, and the Jeep wouldn't start. The darkness closed in, the whisper growing louder...
A figure emerged – the temple's priest, eyes black as coal. "You disturbed what shouldn't be touched," he said, voice like a chant.
Tasha's phone buzzed. A message flashed: "Run." She yanked Rohan, and they sprinted into the night..They dashed through the dark forest, the priest's chanting fading into the distance. Tasha's phone buzzed again – another message: "Old mill. 3 km. Hurry."
Rohan stumbled, breath ragged. "What's going on?" Tasha pulled him up. "We're getting out alive."
At the old mill, they found a chopper waiting, blades spinning. A figure in black handed Tasha a note: "For Dr. Tasha. Get out. Now."
As they lifted off, the forest below erupted – branches twisting like living snakes, lights flickering. The mill exploded in a burst of flames.
Tasha turned to Rohan. "Who are you?" Rohan pulled off a mask – it was her long-lost brother, Ravi.
Tasha's eyes widened. "You were thought dead." Ravi's expression turned grim. "They took me. I've been working to stop them."
The chopper cleared the trees. Below, the forest went dark.
Tasha leaned back, phone buzzing again. A message flashed: "It's not over."
The chopper soared above the trees as Ravi briefed Tasha on the op. "They're an ancient cult, manipulating minds, controlling narratives. The mask was a key to unlock something big."
Tasha's phone buzzed again – a location ping. "Head to Mumbai. Find Elara," the message read.
As they landed in Mumbai, Elara awaited them – a tech-whiz kid with piercing green eyes. "I've tracked the cult's server. We can crash their op tonight."
The trio infiltrated the high-rise building, dodging guards. Elara swiped a card – doors slid open. They entered a server room filled with screens flashing cryptic messages.
Suddenly, screens flickered – a countdown began: 10...9...8...
Elara worked frantically, hacking the feed. "They're broadcasting a trigger signal. If it hits, global chaos."
Tasha realized – the mask was a decoder. "They'll control minds, rewrite history."
Ravi charged the control panel. "Stop it."
The countdown hit 1. Elara pulled the plug.
Darkness.
Screens flickered back – a message: "They'll adapt."
Elara's eyes locked on Tasha. "It's not over."
A new message flashed on Tasha's phone: "Next move, Dr. Tasha."