Sasural Mein Bhediya: Gupt Veer ka Raaz

🏰 Sasural Mein Bhediya: Gupt Veer ka Raaz 📖 Episode 1: "The Groom Who Knocked at Midnight" --- The clock struck midnight. A dense fog curled around the gates of the Thakur Mansion, a crumbling yet grand estate on the outskirts of Udaipur. The air was heavy with the scent of burning sandalwood and something darker—older. A full blood moon hovered above, bathing the ancient haveli in a red, unholy glow. And then came the knock. Three times. Slow. Heavy. Final. Behind the massive wrought iron gates stood a lone man. His face was partially covered by the hood of a black jacket layered over a crisp white kurta. The moonlight caught only one half of his face—sharp jawline, a faint scar under his eye, and eyes that gleamed like molten gold. His name was Aryan. To the world, he was a simple man from a modest family. An orphan. No big job. No flashy education. Just… ordinary. But beneath that humble surface, Aryan was something else entirely. > The last surviving disciple of the lost martial art — “Vritra Vidhya.” And… A cursed being. A half-human, half-wolfman. --- The gate creaked open without a hand to touch it. Inside, the mansion loomed like a sleeping beast. Ivy strangled the pillars. Broken statues stood guard like forgotten gods. Chandeliers hung like skeletons above the long, empty halls. A man stepped forward to greet Aryan — tall, thin, with eyes like dead glass and a smile that didn’t reach his soul. “Welcome, Damad ji,” the man said. “Saasumaa is waiting.” Aryan said nothing. He walked forward, the weight of his secret trailing behind him like a second shadow. --- ⚔️ 8 Hours Earlier… In a small lodge at the edge of the jungle, Aryan sat cross-legged on a floor smeared with ash and oil. Before him, a fire burned blue. His master’s last letter lay beside him, old and torn. > “Your final mission lies not in warzones, but in a wedding. Inside that mansion hides a cult. A forgotten demon. And maybe, your true curse.” Aryan closed his eyes. The beast within him stirred — bones itched, muscles twitched, and his heartbeat synced with something ancient. Something wild. But not yet. Tonight, he wasn’t a warrior. Tonight… he was a groom. --- 🏛️ Back in the Mansion... The hallway stretched long and cold. Family portraits lined the walls — each one with the same piercing eyes. The same bloodline. Aryan was led into a vast chamber where his new bride, Meera, sat quietly, dressed in red. Her eyes flickered up to him and then quickly away. She had seen the darkness in him. Felt it. But she wasn’t scared. Not yet. Their wedding was short, private, and strangely formal. No music. No dancing. Just silence... and that ritualistic humming coming from the elders seated in the shadows. After the ceremony, Aryan was shown his room — far from Meera’s, deep in the west wing, where no servants ventured. > "Why this wing?" he had asked. "Because only the dead live here," the servant had whispered. --- That night, Aryan sat on the floor, cross-legged, unmoving. He watched the moon rise through the cracked window, the glow igniting the beast in his blood. His wolf senses sharpened. A heartbeat in the walls. A scraping noise in the floorboards. And then, a whisper — not spoken, but felt in his mind: > “We know what you are, Aryan.” --- Suddenly, the floor under his feet creaked open like a trapdoor. Instinct took over. Aryan flipped backward into a crouch just as a bladed arm shot out from beneath the rug. A masked figure leapt from the shadows, cloaked in black, wielding curved daggers. Aryan didn’t even blink. In a second, he moved — graceful, deadly. The forbidden forms of Vritra Vidhya flowed through his limbs. A spinning kick. A sweep. A palm strike to the chest. The attacker crashed against the wardrobe. Aryan pinned him down. “Who sent you?” he growled, his voice more animal than human. The masked man gasped, bleeding, “Your… sasur…” Then the attacker collapsed—foaming at the mouth. Poisoned. Suicide capsule. Aryan stood still, blood pumping. Mind racing. > “So it begins,” he whispered. “This isn’t just a wedding. It’s a war.” --- Outside, the moon howled. Inside, so did the beast. Aryan closed his eyes, and his body began to change… The hunt had begun.