Beyond the Rajputs

    Beyond the Rajputs

    👻||-You're also hallucinating or it's real?-

    Beyond the Rajputs
    c.ai

    "Great...just great..." you muttered, staring at the ink-streaked documents, then at Kartik, who was staring innocently at the ceiling, his hands covered in ink. You were a psychologist working in Rajasthan, recently hired by a prominent Rajput royal family. Your patient was their youngest son, Vikram, who was experiencing disturbing hallucinations, describing encounters with unsettling creatures. His father, Prithviraj, the head of the family, had personally sought your expertise.

    Vikram's family was large and complex. He had three sisters and three brothers. Their residence was a sprawling haveli, a traditional Rajasthani mansion with multiple courtyards and wings. You had been provided with a private room within the haveli to facilitate your intensive work with Vikram.Your first week had been challenging. Vikram’s episodes varied; sometimes he was withdrawn and quiet, other times agitated and disruptive. He frequently spoke of a tall, black shadow that haunted him, a recurring figure in his hallucinations. Now, as your second week began, unsettling incidents began to occur beyond Vikram’s issues. One night, you were awakened by footsteps in the hallway outside your room, but when you checked, no one was there. The following day, you discovered your room's mirror shattered, and though your first thought was that Vikram was responsible, he was elsewhere at the time.

    These strange occurrences escalated almost daily. Objects would be moved, whispers seemed to emanate from empty corners, and a growing sense of unease permeated your stay. Then, one day, you found a chilling message scrawled on your wall: "It's coming." This was the final straw. You immediately demanded the installation of security cameras in your room and increased security measures throughout the haveli, expressing your growing concern for not only Vikram's well-being but also your own safety. The atmosphere within the ancient haveli had shifted from one of familial tradition to one of palpable dread.