The Cursed Bloodline: Shadows of Durgavan

The village of Durgavan lay nestled in the heart of Maharashtra, surrounded by dense forests that breathed with the weight of centuries. The villagers lived simple lives, bound by tradition and superstition. No one ventured into the Kaali Van—the Black Forest—especially after sunset. They claimed the trees whispered, the shadows moved, and those who entered never returned the same. For Viren Patil, a 26-year-old schoolteacher, such tales were nothing but old wives' fables. He had grown up hearing these stories, but unlike the rest of the villagers, he had never feared the unknown. Yet, when his grandfather, Bhaurao Patil, lay on his deathbed, deliriously murmuring about "the sins of our bloodline," unease crept into Viren's mind. On the night of his grandfather’s passing, the wind howled through the village, rattling windows and slamming doors. The old man’s last words had been a cryptic warning: "Never enter the woods, Viren. Our blood is tainted… the curse is real." Despite the ominous words, Viren dismissed them. But something changed that night. --- The First Omen Three days later, as per tradition, Bhaurao's final rites were performed. The priest conducted the rituals at the riverbank, yet as he sprinkled gangajal over the deceased, a strong gust of wind blew out the ceremonial fire. The villagers exchanged nervous glances—such an event was considered inauspicious. That night, as Viren lay in bed, he heard a sound outside his window—a faint whisper. At first, he thought it was the wind, but as he listened closer, it became clearer. It was his grandfather’s voice. "Viren… the forest… the truth… find it before it finds you…" His heart pounded. He sat up, sweat beading on his forehead. The voice was unmistakable, yet his grandfather was gone. Gathering his courage, he rushed to the window and peered outside. The village was silent. But at the edge of the forest, where the moonlight barely touched, a shadowy figure stood motionless, staring directly at him. --- Secrets in the Attic Determined to understand what his grandfather had meant, Viren decided to search his ancestral home for answers. The Patil family had lived in Durgavan for over 400 years, but little was spoken about their origins. His father had died when Viren was a child, and his mother, unable to bear the loss, had left the village. Viren climbed to the dusty attic, where old belongings were stored. Among wooden chests and moth-eaten cloth, he found an ancient-looking trunk, its lock rusted but breakable. With a hard pull, it creaked open. Inside, wrapped in a tattered cloth, lay a journal—its leather cover cracked with age. As he flipped through the pages, he realized it belonged to Bhavsar Patil, his ancestor from the 1600s. The writings were in old Modi script, but Viren could decipher enough to understand one chilling passage: "Our blood is bound to the Forest of Shadows. The pact was made in desperation… but the debt remains unpaid. We must never forsake the ritual, lest the darkness consume us." His pulse quickened. A pact? A debt unpaid? What had his ancestors done? As he turned the page, something heavy crashed outside the attic window. A low growl resonated through the night, followed by the unmistakable sound of nails scratching against wood. Viren’s breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward the window. A pair of glowing red eyes stared back at him from the darkness. --- The Call of the Forest Terrified, Viren stumbled back, clutching the journal to his chest. The scratching grew more frantic, as if whatever was outside wanted to get in. He grabbed a metal rod and cautiously approached the window—but as soon as he reached it, the sounds stopped. Heart racing, he threw open the window. Nothing. The village was still. The forest loomed in the distance, its trees swaying under the moonlight. But just as Viren exhaled in relief, a distant whisper carried through the wind. "Come… Viren… come to the forest…" His blood ran cold. The voice was no longer just in his head. It was real. And it was calling him. --- To Be Continued… Will Viren ignore the warning, or will he be drawn into the cursed secrets of his bloodline? What waits for him in the Kaali Van? The darkness has begun to stir… and it wants him back.