As the van was crossing a place, covered with trees but a tube-well in the front. It was so dark and empty that it falls into the scary atmosphere. The darkest night was about to come but in reality, it was only a sunset. The cold fog overshadowed the afternoon sunset. It was gloomy. The sound of the fireflies were surrounded. The van continued to dance on the broken road.

In the middle of the dark, bamboo trees, Dr. Jehangir saw quarter grey gravestones that were covered with vines and the barriers made of bamboo. He was anxious and satisfied at the same time. He closed his eyes.

"STOP THE VAN!" commanded Dr. Jehangir.

"What happened, sir?" asked the van puller.

"I saw the four gravestones in the forest. What are they?" asked Dr. Jehangir.

"As far as I am aware, there was a dysfunctional family on the small town of our village. Two people were secretly married in college because the boy's family was conservative. But when the boy realized that she had twin daughters who was someone else's. Then he killed her in the accident with her second twin daughter after six years of separation. Therefore, it led him to alcoholism. Thus, the only daughter was left to the boy's mother who was caring and brutal at the same time. After she died by heart attack, some people spread rumors that their daughter was possessed with demons or some say, the grandmother was insane because they heard constant shouts about her. But as far as I heard, the daughter was supported for education by her friend. Some say, the daughter was still cursed. Some say, the grandmother was insane. Some say, the whole family was insane. But no one knows the truth" said the van puller.

Dr. Jehangir crept through the forest. On the contrary, the van puller was about to stop him but he was stopped by the curious movement of Dr. Jehangir. He slowed down his movement past the vines and trees because of its slippery mud. As soon as the sunset was done, the thunder begun to rise. But what he saw, it was shocking as the electricity would go on the high voltage.

The tombstone was written:

CATHERINA MARCIA KHAN (NEE GOMEZ)

Born- July 19th 1969

Died- July 19th 1991

"Love is not described one but several"

ROHIT AMDAD KHAN

Born- September 15th1967

Died- July 19th 2000

FAREEDA KHAN

Born- January 19th 1939

Died- September 18th 2002

AMELIA MARCIA KHAN

Born- July 25th 1985

Died- July 19th 1991

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Dr. Jehangir. "Aminah is the only part of the family left!"

As of Jehangir's shock, it increased the curiosity of the van puller. He could not control his mouth but blurt out.

"What happened? Sir?" asked the van puller.

"Ghost happened! Anyway, could you take me to Kantu's house?" asked Jehangir.

"Kantu? She's my brother's wife. What about her?" asked the van puller.

"Long story" avoided Jehangir.

The thriller was rising on Dr. Jehangir's emotions, while the van puller was curious and scared at the same time. The horror was not about ghosts but it was about the brutal story as well as the tragedy of Aminah's hellish past. Mysteries come from everywhere, but the connection is rare.

Meanwhile, Shezan took Aminah to the park. The park was large as the maze. It had only a small merry-go-round made with iron and wheels were made of wood. Her stiff movement turned relaxing and was the sultriest. She was moaning and curled her hair. She looked at Shezan and was blushed. She grabbed his shirt and smacked her lips. That cringe worthy scene actually reminded me of the room.

"So, haven't we met last night? It was nice, having fun with you, Shezu" said Aminah/Antara.

"Yes" said Shezan who was scared by the way she grabbed his shirt.

"But, we might made love, but I had no real love of my own. What I always do, is to spend a lot of time, drinking booze in the bar, having a fight all the time with those rowdy people and what? Making love by being paid? Or spending the rest of my life, crying at the bar? What on earth am I? I hate Aminah! She does not have the high level of confidence than I am" said Antara who stopped holding the shirt and sat at the swing. She was weeping.

Shezan gave her a handkerchief. He was reminded of his university days and flashbacks of their hidden past. He was regretting the mistakes of the past. Simultaneously, Antara was wiping her tears with the handkerchief. It was such that her emotions were less controlled but her ego never let her emotions come to the point. Antara's confidence (as of her view) was no match for Aminah's kindheartedness and Amelia's sweetness. She was not evil but was a lost human being pretending to be someone she was not.

"This is the handkerchief that I gave it to Aminah when she was thrown out of the class but I was the one to first accept her. I was so of an idealistic jerk back then" said Shezan.

"But you found me in these qualities. Beautiful, stylish, confident and sultry" boasted Antara.

"That's what I thought but I am feeling confused right now. I am forgetting to differentiate between wrong and right. Now I am having a bad feeling" said Shezan.

Until, he saw a bunch of masked robbers who came with pistols and knives. They looked aggressively worse than a stale bread or else, a rotten egg. The rage were as of fire and the anger was gritty. They were only four but on the Antara's side, were two. They raised the guns with an urge of madness.

"Give me the money! Otherwise, we would shoot you!" angered the leader of the robbers.

Antara's madness rose into the frame. She first hit the robber in such a manner that he got down. His blood came out from the mouth. The others were approaching to forcefully grab her but she continuously punched the robbers and lured them with her 'martial arts skills'. They were injured and ran away.

"My life is a lie" said Shezan with a high pitched voice.

"There is no absolute truth while there is no absolute lie, dear" said Antara with a confident smile.

Antara took Shezan to her house and played video games in the computer. Their romance begun to blossom but Shezan was quite unhappy that he was romancing the confident Antara, while he missed the sweet and innocent Aminah.

That was why, he was playing a detective. He saw the paintings of Amelia whose paintings had different signatures. One of them was Aminah's original signature but was also written the date on where they first met -'19th December 2005'. The picture was of the university stadium. Sticking to the past could not help, but it surely took him some time to understand the 'Amelia' problem. It was easier when he talked to his father about it.

Shezan was friendly but was not the person whom to get confidence with. He never understood the quality behind real women as he lost his mother during cancer. During that time, his father- Dr. Jehangir promised her to take care of him but he did not acknowledge the requirements that Shezan expected.

Until, Aminah and Shezan broke up their friendship, he realized that he did wrong. He even explained the problem with Jehangir and he even told him 'never expect anything but believe'. What is the vague connection of feelings behind Aminah's past? What problems Aminah must overcome? What is the link between the father-son's detective work and Aminah's actual problems in the bygone times?