Panvel Farmhouse

The sprawling Panvel Farmhouse buzzed with excitement as the weekend festivities reached their peak. The property, nestled amidst lush greenery and overlooking a serene lake, was a perfect getaway from the city's hustle. The laughter and music created a vibrant atmosphere, with friends mingling and enjoying the night away.

Virat, ever the life of the party, was animatedly discussing a recent incident with Ahana. The two were standing near the bar, drinks in hand, their conversation punctuated by bursts of laughter.

"Dekh, tera ex... Kaise uske saath maze kar raha hai," Virat said with a mischievous grin, pointing towards a couple who were enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

Ahana sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "I don't care... He was just a time pass for me," she said, her tone nonchalant but with a hint of amusement.

Virat's eyes gleamed with a new idea. "Wo dekho uss raat jiske saath tumne maze kiye they... Apne finance ke saath aayi hai. Chalo dono ke beech jhagda karwate hai," he suggested, winking playfully.

"Chal," Ahana agreed, her expression turning into a smirk as she high-fived Virat.

They approached the couple, who were chatting animatedly. Virat greeted Smriti with a charming smile and a firm handshake. "Hey, Sim, uss raat ke baad toh tum dikhi hi nahi," he said, his tone light and teasing.

Smriti, taken aback, glanced at Ahana, who added with mock sadness, "Yea Sim, I thought tum dono engagement karoge aur mujhe mere dost se chutkara milega, but no..."

Smriti's fiancé, clearly bewildered, turned to her with a frown. "What the hell?? Tumne mujhe bataya kyu nahi..." he exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion and frustration.

As the argument between Smriti and her fiancé unfolded, Virat and Ahana stepped aside, their faces lit up with amusement. They watched the scene with smirks, their laughter mingling with the lively ambiance of the party.

Virat's phone buzzed, interrupting their enjoyment. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed, muttering under his breath, "Isko bhi chen nahi hai."

He answered the call, his tone tinged with irritation. "Kya hai Aarav?" he asked.

Aarav's voice came through the line, steady and urgent. "Virat, where is Mehta's project file? Humhe urgent chahiye," he inquired.

Virat rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. "Aarav, seriously? It's Sunday. Main kal aake dunga," he replied, his irritation evident. He ended the call abruptly, shaking his head.

Ahana, sensing his frustration, smiled sympathetically. "Tumhare dost ko change ki zaroorat hai..." she said, her tone light but with an edge of amusement.

Virat sighed. "Wo nahi sudhrega... Farmhouse uska hai par party hum karte hai. He is just so bore," he complained, clearly exasperated with Aarav's persistent interruptions.

A message beeped on Virat's phone, and he read it with a groan. "No..." he muttered, his frustration growing.

"Kya hua?" Ahana asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Mujhse papers sign karwane yahan aa raha hai ek din ka bhi intezar nahi kar sakta hai," Virat replied, clearly exasperated.

Ahana's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. "Oh... that's great. Let him aaj tumhare uss bore dost ko acha sabak sikhaungi main. Jab dekho disturb karta hai hamara time," she said with a smirk, completely unaware of the fact that Aarav was, in fact, Virat's friend.

As Ahana plotted her plan with a confident smirk, the night continued to unfold at the farmhouse. The lively chatter, the music, and the warm, inviting atmosphere made it a memorable evening. However, the undercurrent of tension created by the unexpected arrival of Aarav and the ongoing schemes of Ahana and Virat promised that the night was far from ordinary.

Aarav, accompanied by Manvi, had just arrived at the farmhouse. He dialed Virat's number in hopes of getting a quick response, but his calls went unanswered. Frustrated but determined, he decided to press on.

"Ye phone nahi uthata hamara..." Aarav muttered under his breath, visibly irritated.

Manvi, observing his frustration, suggested, "Tum andar jaake sign karwake aa jao na."

Aarav nodded in agreement. He gathered the file and steeled himself as he ventured inside the farmhouse. As he stepped into the living area, the darkness enveloped him, heightening his unease. Despite the dim lighting, he pressed forward, calling out, "Virat?"

Suddenly, his path was obstructed by something cold and unyielding. Looking down, Aarav's eyes widened in horror at the sight of a skeleton's head lying on the floor. Panic surged through him, and he turned to leave, only to be confronted by a figure shrouded in white, floating eerily.

Aarav's heart raced uncontrollably. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands trembling as he covered his face, hoping the nightmare would end. The chilling whisper in his ear only added to his terror: "You are going to die..."

With a shriek of pure fear, he screamed, "Aahhh..."

The lights flickered on suddenly, revealing the ghastly setup for what it was an elaborate prank. Water began to pour from above, soaking Aarav completely. The room erupted in laughter as Ahana and the others emerged from their hiding spots, their faces alight with mischief.

"Ahana... What a move... Ab dubara yahan kabhi nahi aayega ye," one of the guests laughed, clearly satisfied with the prank's success.

Manvi, having followed Aarav inside, was horrified to see him sprawled on the floor, drenched and shaken. Manvi, her face etched with concern, hurried over to Aarav as he lay sprawled on the floor. "Aarav... Aap thik hai na?" she asked, her voice laced with worry as she helped him to his feet.

Aarav managed a nod, though his eyes still betrayed his distress. Ahana, who had watched the prank unfold, now was standing with an apologetic look. Her eyes, filled with a mix of regret and curiosity.

Virat, having witnessed the entire scene, found the situation amusing. He laughed and teased, "Kya Aarav, ab tak tum darte ho..."

Aarav, barely looking at him, the farmhouse's grand entrance loomed behind them as Aarav and Manvi made their way toward the exit. Aarav's demeanor was icy, his gaze fixed ahead with a determination that left no room for compromise. Beside him, Manvi's concerned eyes darted between Aarav and the house, her expression a mix of worry and confusion.

Outside, the night air was crisp, cutting through the warmth of their earlier arguments. Virat, red-faced from too many drinks and a failed attempt at humor, trotted after them, his steps hurried. He caught up, breathless, and reached out to grab Aarav's arm, halting him in his tracks.

Aarav turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with irritation. "Kya sunna hai?" he demanded, his tone frosty.

"Sorry.. It was just a prank.. Naraz mat ho," Virat pleaded, his voice slurring slightly. He attempted to lighten the mood with a half-hearted grin, but the apology felt hollow.

Aarav's eyes hardened. "Tum abhi bahut peeye hue ho. Hum kal office mein baat karenge aur jitna ho sake apne inn besharam doston se door raho," he snapped, clearly fed up. His anger was palpable, each word dripping with frustration.

Virat, either oblivious or simply trying to shift the mood, reached out and tugged playfully at Aarav's cheeks. "Are.. tumhe toh gussa bhi aata hai," he said, his grin widening.

Aarav's reaction was swift. He jerked his hand away with a sharp movement and began searching his pockets, realizing with a grimace that the file was still inside. "Abhi file jaake sign karke humhe do," he ordered curtly, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

Virat's face fell slightly, but he quickly rallied. "Tum bhi chalo," he suggested, trying to smooth over the situation.

Aarav shook his head firmly, his resolve set. "Nahi, hum yahin rukenge," he said, his voice brooking no argument.

Virat sighed and reluctantly turned back towards the house, his footsteps heavy and unsteady.

As Virat disappeared into the farmhouse, Manvi stepped closer to Aarav, her voice soft with concern. "Aarav, tum pure bheeg gaye ho, beemar ho jaoge," she said, her eyes reflecting her worry.

Aarav glanced down at his soaked clothes, a faint smile touching his lips despite the situation. "Hum kya kare? Usse sign karaye bina jaa bhi toh nahi sakte hai," he replied, his tone softening just a bit.

Manvi raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms protectively. "Ye farmhouse tumhara hai na? Toh tumhare kapde nahi honge andar?" she asked, her concern mingled with a touch of practicality.

Aarav's smile grew a little, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Honge.. Par hum andar nahi jayenge. Uss ladki ne kitna daraya humhe," he said, his voice holding a trace of defiance and humor.

Manvi looked on, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation as Aarav tried calling Virat again, only to find his calls going unanswered. Inside the farmhouse, Virat was lost in the revelry, oblivious to the growing tension outside.

The night was growing darker, and with every passing minute, the separation between Aarav and Virat seemed to widen, leaving behind a sense of unresolved conflict and an uncomfortable chill in the air.

Two minutes later, the farmhouse's grand doors creaked open again, and Ahana stepped out, her expression a mix of resolve and concern. She spotted Aarav standing by the car, his clothes drenched and his patience worn thin. Ahana's gaze swept over him from head to toe, and she took a deep breath.

"I am really sorry for what happened inside," she said, her tone sincere as she approached him.

Aarav, looking more determined than ever, fixated on her hand. "File dijiye," he demanded, his voice clipped.

Ahana moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck in a somewhat surprising gesture. "Pehle bolo, maaf kiya," she insisted, her eyes earnest.

Aarav's eyes widened in shock at her bold move. He tried to shrug her off, his frustration mounting. "Door rahiye aap humse," he said, stepping back and reaching for the car door.

But Ahana was quick. She slammed the door shut before he could open it and stepped firmly into his path. "Jabtak tum mujhe maaf nahi karoge, yahan se nahi jaoge," she declared, her voice unwavering as she took his hand and began pulling him back inside the house.

Manvi, watching from a few steps away, called out, "Aarav..." but it was too late. Ahana had already dragged him back into the farmhouse, her grip unyielding. 

Manvi sighed deeply, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on her face. "Ab hum kya kare?" she muttered, unsure of her next move.

Realizing she had no choice but to follow, Manvi reluctantly entered the farmhouse. The dim lighting inside made it hard for her to see, and she stumbled over a loose object on the floor. Her balance faltered, and she was about to fall when a strong arm caught her around the waist. Startled, she looked up to see a pair of admiring eyes fixed on her. The man, with a confident smile, helped her stand upright.

"Kise dundh rahi ho?" he asked, his tone casual but curious.

Manvi tried to move away, but her path was blocked by Virat, who had reappeared with a drink in hand. "Are... Jawab toh do," he said, his voice carrying a note of playful insistence.

"Aarav ko," Manvi replied, lowering her gaze to avoid his scrutinizing eyes.

Virat chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Aarav... Wo meri dost se peecha chhudaata hua idhar-udhar bhaag raha hai," he said, clearly enjoying the confusion.

Manvi sighed in exasperation and turned to head upstairs, hoping to find Aarav. She could feel Virat's gaze on her back as he watched her with an amused expression, sipping his drink. As she ascended the stairs, she couldn't help but think, "Ye aise kyun ghoorte rehte hai mujhe?"

Navigating the dimly lit corridors, Manvi collided with Aarav, both of them crashing into each other with a jarring thud. Manvi winced. "Ouch..."

Aarav looked at her with a mix of relief and urgency. "Manvi, chalo," he said, his tone urgent.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the stairs and out of the farmhouse. As they hurried toward the car, Ahana's voice rang out behind them, desperate and frustrated. "Hey... Sexyyy, wait..."

Ahana's frustration grew as she saw the car starting to pull away. With a scream of anger, she yelled, "Virat...!" her voice trailing off as the vehicle sped down the driveway.