The Eternal Claim: Sadiyon Ka Pyaas"

Chapter 1: The Cold Welcome

​Cold mountain winds and a dense shroud of fog... the road was so desolate that the sound of the car tires felt like a piercing scream. Ira tightened her shawl and glanced at the man in the passenger seat. Abhimanyu. At just 28, his personality carried a terrifying silence that could unnerve the bravest of men. Ira was only 19—an age where the world usually looks beautiful—but their nine-year age gap wasn't just about years. It was a mixture of unknown fear and deep, forced respect that kept Ira bound to his shadow.

​Chapter 2: The Dust and the Diary

​Abhimanyu went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. In the silence of the villa, only the rhythmic 'tap-tap' of the knife echoed. To ease her fear, Ira decided to explore the house. In an upstairs bedroom, she found a hidden shelf behind a wall. As she reached in, a dusty old diary fell at her feet. On yellowed pages, written in ink that looked like dried blood, were the words: "He never ages. He just changes the skin." Ira felt suffocated. She turned the page to an entry from 1975: "Abhimanyu is angry today. He says I look different from his first love."

​Chapter 3: The Cold Embrace and Burning Truth

​Abhimanyu gripped Ira’s hand, his hold so firm she feared her bones might snap. "Sit, my love," he said, pulling out a chair. He cupped her face in his hands. His touch was ice-cold, but the intensity in his eyes was so fierce it took her breath away. "In every era, in every birth, I have searched for you, Ira," his voice grew deeper. "Your soul has the same spark as my first love. Fear is just another form of love."

​Chapter 4: The Crimson Memory

​Abhimanyu stood Ira in front of a mirror. "Look at yourself. 19 years of beauty... exactly how it was 'that' night." Ira asked through tears, "Which night?" Abhimanyu placed his cold hand on her throat. "That winter night in 1975. You were wearing this same locket when you tried to run." Tears streamed down Ira’s face. Abhimanyu jerked her toward him. "I want to feel every inch of you, Ira. Not just your body, but your very soul. This time, I won't let you reach the door."

​Chapter 5: The Eternal Claim

​Every touch from Abhimanyu felt like a 'claim.' On his lips, Ira tasted something metallic—like blood. "Your fear... it excites me, Ira. It tells me you remember." He leaned into her ear and bit it gently. Ira screamed in pain, but her voice was swallowed by the villa’s silence. "Fifty years... I waited fifty years for this moment. For your fear to finally submit to my desire."

​Chapter 6: The Curse of Curiosity

​"So, you finally found it," Abhimanyu said when he saw Ira looking at old photos. He pinned her against the wall. "You know Ira, curiosity killed the cat... and in your case, it might just kill the innocence I loved so much." He revealed he wasn't human, but a centuries-old curse that hunts for Ira’s soul in every new body. "You are my eternal prisoner."
​Chapter 7: The Chamber of Shattered Souls

​Abhimanyu led her to the basement. The walls were covered with thousands of images of Ira—paintings, old photographs. "This room is not a museum; it’s our sanctuary." He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I’ve watched you turn to ash so many times. But tonight, I will remind your body of the touches you’ve forgotten."

​Chapter 8: The Haunted Echoes

​Suddenly, flashbacks hit Ira. She saw herself running through this very basement, clothes torn. "Do you feel it, Ira? The walls are whispering your name." Abhimanyu stood her before an old mirror. In the reflection, Ira saw a blurry woman standing behind her—she had the same face, but her eyes were red from weeping. "This time, there is no waking up from this nightmare."
​Chapter 9: The Forbidden Threshold

​Ira reached a corridor featuring a massive door with a 'Golden Eye' emblem. Abhimanyu appeared. "That door is the vault of my broken promises. Don't go inside." But Ira pushed it open. Inside was a glass coffin containing the body of a girl who looked exactly like Ira. "I keep you all, Ira. Because I can't let even a single version of you leave me."
​Chapter 10: The Glass Mirror of Death
​"She was my favorite. 1975... she almost survived the ritual." Abhimanyu pressed Ira against the glass coffin. "You have two choices—either you complete the ritual and stay with me forever as an immortal... or you become the next masterpiece in my glass collection." He ran his fingers over her neck, as if searching for the perfect place to make a 'cut.'

​Chapter 11: The Third Shadow

​After Abhimanyu left, Ira saw a silhouette—The Third Shadow. It pointed toward the glass coffin. A vision flashed: Abhimanyu sacrifices her every 30 years to maintain his immortality. "He doesn't love you, Ira... he loves the life he steals from you." The shadow left behind a rusted key for her.

​Chapter 12: The Crimson Altar

​Abhimanyu carried Ira to a stone altar and strapped her hands down with leather belts. "Tonight, we bridge the gap between life and death. It will be painful, but pain is the only way to make you remember me." He drew a silver dagger and carved the letter 'A' into her shoulder. As blood pooled, Abhimanyu kissed her wildly amidst her agony.

​Chapter 13: The Key to Damnation

​Through the pain, Ira turned the key beneath the altar. The villa trembled. Abhimanyu’s face began to distort—he started aging rapidly. Time was catching up to him. "You are aging, Abhimanyu! The predator is finally becoming the prey." Enraged, he threw her onto the bed. "If I age, I will take you with me to the grave!"

​Chapter 14: The Pyre of Eternity

​The villa caught fire. Abhimanyu now looked like a 70-year-old man. "This fire... this is our wedding bed. Our souls will be charred together." Ira tried to push him away, but Abhimanyu gripped her clothes. "I spent centuries finding you. I won't let flames take you away." Ira struck him with a heavy candelabra, and he collapsed. The ceiling began to cave in, and both were consumed by the flames.

​Chapter 15: The Rebirth of Possession

​2051, London. 19-year-old Ira was in a museum. A 28-year-old man approached her from behind—Abhimanyu. He was in the avatar of a businessman, but his eyes held that same centuries-old obsession. "Curiosity killed the cat, Ira... but the cat has nine lives." He took her hand. The methods had changed, the era had changed, but his grip remained the same. "Welcome back, my love. Let’s start where we left off."