When writers Abhishek and Shabana retreat to a secluded bungalow to complete their horror manuscript, they expect inspiration — not invocation. As they delve deeper into the tale of a wronged child spirit, eerie coincidences begin to mirror their fiction. Whispers echo through the halls, a doll appears where none should be, and a girl in white haunts their dreams and waking moments alike. But when fiction crosses into reality, the line between storytelling and summoning becomes dangerously thin. And as the house burns, the manuscript survives — stained, sentient, and thirsty for more. Now, Abhishek must face the dreadful truth: they didn’t write the story. It wrote them. Some stories are meant to stay unwritten. Others demand to be lived.
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