Sasural Mein Bhediya: Gupt Veer ka Raaz

Episode 2: "The Blood Moon Pact: Who Really Runs This Mansion?"

🏰 Sasural Mein Bhediya: Gupt Veer ka Raaz

📖 Episode 2: "The Blood Moon Pact: Who Really Runs This Mansion?"

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The air inside the Thakur Mansion was thick—not with dust, but with secrets.

The kind that breathed. The kind that watched you sleep.

Aryan stood over the lifeless body of the masked assassin, blood pooling at his feet. The room was silent again, save for the ticking of the antique grandfather clock and the occasional growl that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest.

He had learned to control the wolf… but tonight, it had stirred.

> “Your sasur sent me…”

That was what the attacker had whispered before the poison killed him.

Aryan had seen death before. He had delivered it with precision and coldness in secret missions across countries and criminal circles. But this was different.

This wasn’t just personal.

This was ancient.

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🔍 10 Minutes Later...

He wrapped the body in the silk carpet, hid it inside a hollow in the wardrobe floor, and scrubbed the blood with an old kurta he found in the drawer.

The mansion didn’t just allow secrets.

It fed on them.

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📿 Elsewhere… in the East Wing

A council of elders sat beneath a massive oil painting of Rana Virendra Thakur — the first patriarch. Their faces were partly hidden under veils of shadow. One by one, they began speaking in Sanskrit.

A man entered. Tall. Regal. Wearing a black silk kurta, gold cufflinks, and a chain with a blood-red ruby that pulsed faintly.

Thakur Mahadevan Singh. Aryan’s sasur.

> “He killed the scout.”

“Just like his grandfather would’ve.”

“The wolf still runs in his veins.”

Mahadevan raised a hand. Silence fell.

“I want to see how far he can go,” he said, voice calm and deep.

“If he survives the next three nights, we will make the offer.”

A cold murmur passed through the room.

> “The Blood Moon Pact...?”

“Yes,” Mahadevan said. “The time has come.”

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🌒 Back in Aryan’s Room…

Aryan was cleaning his hands when someone knocked—softly.

He opened the door.

It was Meera, his bride.

Still in her red wedding saree, her eyes curious and unreadable. She stepped inside without waiting for permission, like she wasn’t afraid of him.

She sat by the window, looking out at the moon.

> “Do you know why they married me to you?” she asked.

“Because I’m disposable?” Aryan replied without humor.

“Because you’re not.”

Her voice was calm. Too calm.

“You know this mansion is a prison, right?” she said.

Aryan nodded slowly. “Who are you, really?”

Meera turned to face him. There was something in her eyes—part anger, part sorrow, part... warning.

“Just remember this,” she whispered. “In this house, you either become the beast… or get eaten by one.”

She left before Aryan could reply.

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📜 Midnight, The Old Library…

Aryan slipped into the mansion’s forgotten library, where his wolf senses led him. The air was thick with incense and mold. Cobwebs hung like veils.

He searched for anything—books, maps, journals.

And then he found it:

A hidden scroll, tucked behind a cracked sculpture of Lord Narasimha—the half-lion avatar of Vishnu.

The scroll was ancient, written in a forgotten dialect.

Luckily, Aryan had been trained in ten languages, thanks to his old master.

> “Raktbindu Samjhauta… The Blood Moon Pact,” he read aloud.

It spoke of a ritual—a forbidden bonding of bloodlines through sacrifice, beast transformation, and dominion over the living and undead.

At the bottom of the scroll was a hand-drawn sigil—a family crest. One Aryan recognized.

> His own.

His blood turned cold.

> “This isn’t just my sasural… This is my origin.”

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Suddenly, the flames of the wall torches flared.

A voice echoed behind him.

“You’re not supposed to be here, damad ji.”

Aryan turned around.

A young man stood in the doorway. Broad-shouldered, finely dressed, but his eyes burned with cruelty.

“I’m Viraj, your brother-in-law,” he smirked. “And tomorrow, I’ll be the one to test you.”

He threw something at Aryan’s feet. It was a small idol of Nandi, broken… and bleeding.

Aryan’s wolf eyes gleamed faintly in the dark.

> "Let them test me," he said. "But they should pray I don't fail."

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🐺 Deep Underground...

Unseen by all, below the mansion’s west wing, an ancient cage began to rattle.

A creature locked for centuries was waking up.

The walls dripped with black blood.

Chains trembled.

And in the shadows, someone whispered:

> “The wolf has entered the den... and he doesn’t know...

what truly sleeps beneath.”