Hunza, a young woman from a impoverished family in Punjab, was trapped in a living nightmare. Her love for nature was suffocated by the bleak surroundings, and her Humanities degree seemed like a cruel joke. Her life was a never-ending struggle, plagued by inexplicable terrors that lurked in the shadows.

For two years, Hunza was held captive by sleeping paralysis, her body frozen in fear as disembodied male voices whispered unspeakable horrors in her ear. Her family's dismissal of her pleas for help only added to her desperation. They blamed her stress and joblessness, oblivious to the sinister forces closing in around her.

Hunza's research into the unknown only led her down a rabbit hole of terror. She discovered that the entity haunting her was a malevolent being, feeding on her fear and growing stronger with each passing day. The recitation of Ayats offered fleeting solace, but the paralysis continued, leaving her vulnerable to the entity's twisted whims.

As the haunting intensified, Hunza's body became a playground for the entity's sadistic games. Her legs would float above the bed, her back would bend at impossible angles, and unseen hands would touch her with icy fingers. The proposals she received seemed like a cruel joke, a reminder that her life was not her own.

One fateful night, Hunza summoned the last vestiges of her courage and demanded that the entity leave her be. The response was a chilling wail, echoing from the depths of her own soul. Tears streamed down her face as the entity's presence seemed to dissipate, but the reprieve was short-lived. The haunting resumed, more ferocious than ever, and Hunza knew she was running out of time.

As the days passed, Hunza's world descended further into madness. The entity's presence grew stronger, its grip on her mind and body tightening like a noose. She began to experience strange visions: dark forests, twisted creatures, and an endless abyss that seemed to beckon her closer.

One night, Hunza woke to find herself standing in the middle of her room, her feet bare and her hair disheveled. She had no memory of getting out of bed, no recollection of how she got there. The entity's voice whispered in her ear, "You are mine now."

Hunza's family grew concerned, but she knew they couldn't understand. She was trapped in a living hell, with no escape. The entity's power surged, and she felt herself being pulled towards the abyss.

In a desperate bid to reclaim her life, Hunza turned to ancient texts and forbidden knowledge. She scoured the pages for a way to banish the entity, to free herself from its grasp. But the more she read, the more she realized that some secrets were meant to remain hidden.

The entity sensed her defiance, and its wrath intensified. Hunza's body began to contort, twisting into impossible shapes. Her mind recoiled in horror as she realized she was no longer in control.

And then, the darkness closed in.

Hunza's world went black, consumed by an inky void that seemed to have a life of its own. She felt herself being pulled apart, her consciousness shattered like glass. The entity's voice was everywhere, a cacophony of malevolence that echoed through her mind.

When Hunza came to, she was lying on the floor, her body battered and bruised. Her family stood over her, their faces etched with worry. But Hunza knew that she was alone in her terror. They couldn't see the entity, couldn't hear its voice.

As she struggled to sit up, Hunza saw something that made her blood run cold. On the wall opposite her, a message was scrawled in red ink: "You will never be free."

The entity's presence surged, and Hunza knew that she was running out of time. She had to find a way to defeat it, to banish it back to the depths of hell. But as she looked around, she realized that she was trapped in a living nightmare from which there was no escape.

And then, the entity spoke, its voice like a knife cutting through her soul: "You will never win, Hunza. I am eternal, and you are mine."

Hunza's scream was drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding in her ears like a drum. She knew that she was doomed, trapped in a battle she couldn't win. The entity's laughter echoed through her mind, a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to come from beyond the grave.

As the darkness closed in, Hunza knew that she was staring into the face of pure evil. And she knew that she would never be the same again.

Hunza's days blurred together in a haze of terror. The entity's presence was constant, its voice whispering in her ear, its touch crawling across her skin. She tried to fight back, but it was too strong, too relentless.

One night, Hunza's family woke to find her gone. Her bed was empty, her window open. They searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

The next morning, Hunza stumbled back into her room, her eyes wild, her hair disheveled. She collapsed onto her bed, exhausted.

But as she looked up, she saw something that made her heart freeze. On her ceiling, a message was scrawled in red ink: "I am always with you."

Hunza knew then that she was trapped, that the entity would never let her go. She was its plaything, its toy.

And then, the visions started. Dark, twisted visions that seemed to come from nowhere. Hunza saw herself being dragged down into the abyss, the entity's laughter echoing through her mind.

She knew then that she was losing her grip on reality. The entity was consuming her, body and soul.

As the visions intensified, Hunza's family grew more concerned. They didn't know what was happening to her, but they knew it was something evil.

And then, one night, Hunza disappeared again. This time, she didn't come back.

The police searched for her, but she was gone. Vanished into thin air.

Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear Hunza's screams, echoing through the darkness. Others say that she's still out there, trapped in the entity's grasp, forever doomed to suffer its twisted games.

But one thing's for sure: Hunza was never seen again, and the entity remained, waiting for its next victim.