Quarter No. 313

Anjana"? I looked at Hasan as I was stunned.

“Anjana,” he said again.

What is Anjana? Is it there? He pointed to one side with his little finger when I asked, but he didn't say anything.

I turned around. Nobody was there, as was to be expected.

In the bathroom, where I was giving my six-year-old son Hasan a bath, briefly.

Who else besides us?

I repeated my inquiries, but when he did not respond, I became distracted and forgot. Our only son is Hasan. Tanveer and I own that. Tanveer, my husband works in the railway industry.

We had been living in Multan up until just a few days ago. Where is my wife's mother? We arrived in this small town known as "Of Bahrampur" because Tanveer had just been posted there just a few days ago. In the Railway Colony, a quarter was given to Tanveer.

Quarter Number 313 For our small family, a small two-room house with a yard, kitchen, and small bathroom was sufficient. We barely made it through Tanveer's modest salary, which did not belong to any significant position. because he also used to send money to his Multan-based parents.

Hasan was accepted into a nearby school by me. I started to get to know a few houses nearby over time. where there were young women. Which I became the closest to and quickly became friends with Rehan. Also working in the railways was Rehana's husband, who got the job from his father. He also worked for the railway. His son got his seat after he retired. Hasan's school was attended by Rehana's two children.

We used to get together frequently to talk about the world and our children's issues, but our conversation eventually fell apart because of the high cost of living, the low salary of railway workers, and inflation.

Rehan was a woman of medium height and size who talked a lot. I greatly valued his company. Tanveer was also pleased with how quickly we were set up in this new location. All of the neighbors who lived near our house were courteous.

Snatch, stop. Snatch One night, while we were all asleep, a sound woke me up. The tambourine's tinkling was heard alongside the bells' muffled sound.

at that point? My first thought was that Tanveer might have turned on the television. An old sofa and television were in the drawing room I had made for myself in one of my two rooms.

However, Tanveer was unknowingly sleeping next to me. This sound did not even cause him to open his eyes. On the third small bed in the room, Hasan was sleeping. When the sound eventually stopped, I sat up and laid down again, but I couldn't sleep for a long time. I forgot about this night's incident in the morning.

A strange hallucination began to haunt me a few days later when Tanveer was on duty and Hasan was at school. I suddenly started feeling panicky at home alone. Additionally, I recalled the incident that night. When I looked at the clock, Hasan should be home by now. After putting on my dupatta and locking the door, I made my way to Rehana's house. My house was only a short drive from Rihanna's.

The kitchen was occupied by Rihanna. On the veranda, his father-in-law was reading the newspaper. He graciously patted my head in response to my greeting, calling from the kitchen, "Tabsum, you are sitting next to Aba Mian, I am getting tea." His father-in-law was seated next to me. They began enquiring about your origins. How many are there? Where are you located? etc.

They remained silent when I informed them that we have been assigned co-quarters number 313. But that house had been closed for a long time," he stated.

"Yes," I replied somewhat bitterly, "the house is in a very dilapidated condition," "I am tired of cleaning and it does not clean," and "I have heard that it was empty for years." At that time, Rehana came with tea, and we both went to her room. After talking with Rehana a little bit that day, my mind became lighter, and everything went out of my mind.

However, Rehana was at my house in the evening the following day. After Tanveer returned from duty, I took Rehana to the drawing room, where he was resting.

I told him, "Sit down, I'll bring tea, and you can talk comfortably."

Rihana said that her face was turning red with excitement and she said, "Hey, throw away the things, I have come to tell you something very important."

"Is everything going well?" What?" I was a little apprehensive.

Aba Mian was concerned when you arrived yesterday and learned that you had been moved to 313. What are you saying, Rihanna? Something happened to my heart, they said, and this house is said to be haunted.

"I'm not saying, Father Mian has said," she glanced around frightened.

"This house is occupied by nobody. If someone tries to stay, the conditions are very bad. This has occurred numerous times. Why did they give this house to Bhai Tanveer?

I responded in a confused manner because there was no other house available and we could not afford to rent one outside the colony.

Aba Mian related how, when he was a young boy, a very pretty dancer lived in this house. "What was the name? Yes, perhaps... Anjana Devi

What? "Anjana" was taken aback.Yes, this has been going on for a very long time, even before Pakistan was established. This Anjana madam's lover became enraged and killed her with a knife one day. His spirit, or an evil spirit, has been present in this house ever since that day. She was initially visible to others, but she now prohibits anyone from staying in this house.

She became serious when she said, "You scared me, Rihanna." Abba Mian has entrusted me with the task of instructing you to relocate.

"Your and your friend's brains have been damaged as well."

Tanveer left the room just as Rehana had left. Because they were lying in the room listening to everything with their ears, I didn't have to tell them anything.

"It's all nonsense, it's possible," "A woman's old soul does not allow people to stay in this house."

That only occurs in horror films. It is impossible.

The soul leaves the body after death and cannot return.

I was being explained by Tanveer.

I suddenly remembered, "But Tanveer, I heard the sound of crickets one night, and then yes." One day, Hasan was also calling Anjana's name.

Tanveer thought, "Maybe Hasan heard something in school."

"But what about the bells' sound?"

Oops, they got mad. Why are you insisting that Anjana's curls were the sound? How could she engage you? The voice may be external. Tanveer brought the story to an abrupt end, and I too stopped talking.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

But one night, however, I began to forget everything after several days, when the crickets and the tabla began to sneeze once more. I opened my eyes. Tanveer was beside me as Hasan slept on his bed.

The tabla's accompaniment was also getting louder along with the bells' gradual increase in volume. as two highly skilled artists have demonstrated.

But this voice, this jingle, had no beauty or attraction at all; rather, it was very mysterious, very scary, and very sinister. I tried to provide Tanveer with sounds. Tan. Veer.

However, my voice made a sluggish sound.

Fear caused my heart to begin to stop. The dishware on the table started to shake as a result of the loud noise. It would appear that Ghangroo's artwork has begun to enter the showroom. Despite the loud noise, Tanveer and Hasan appeared to be sleeping unconsciously. The noise was very close to the room's door. It appeared that the boss would enter at any time. Perhaps dancing. on this repugnant beat.

I yelled. However, at the same time, the mosque's voice suddenly reverberated. It appeared as though someone had stopped. The beat suddenly got lighter, and then it stopped.

I was shivering as I sat on the bed. I'm not sure when I fell to the ground and fainted, nor when the blessed sound of adhan stopped. What took place for you? Tanveer still didn't believe me, contrary to my expectations.

"Tanveer, something has changed in your mind, not in me," I spoke vehemently.

How can I guarantee that everything I've said is accurate? The devil would have entered the room if the prayer request hadn't been made at that time. Then, I am unaware. Even at that point, I was shaking just thinking about it.

After observing my state, Tanveer softened, "The main thing is, Tabsum."

. You are beginning to accept as true the events you witnessed in your sleep. Otherwise, these statements are false. Don't believe it. After death and after so many years, nobody ever comes back. With finality, I said.

"Neither this innocent child of mine nor I will remain in this house for a few more minutes."

"But Tanveer is messed up, dear."

"How can I arrange a brand-new house? And if the house is found, the rent will be paid in advance.

"Okay, good." He agreed after giving the idea some thought.

While I look for a new home, you return to Multan for a few days. Indeed, why not shrink even further?

I stated, "Not tomorrow, today, or tonight."

I caught Tanveer's eye.

I got right to packing, both for myself and Hasan. It wasn't that I was getting rid of Tanveer; rather, I felt like I was inviting trouble by staying here one more night.

Because Tanveer never experienced it and never feared it.

I wept and held Tanveer's hand as he began to place us both in our seats on the train.

"Please believe me, Tanveer. I am telling the truth. I won't be happy without you, so you should get a house together soon.

Tanveer gave me a loving kiss on the cheek after shaking his head.

Tanveer left the station when the train started.

"My heart became sad." I knew Tanveer did not at all believe what I said. They are also obstinate. Finding a house won't be rushed. Sadly, I thought, "I don't know how many months I will have to avoid them."Tanveer rolled over on the bed and went to sleep far from his eyes. After many years of marriage, Tabsum's absence was the first coincident. and splendor. He observed Hasan's vacant bed.

He felt a surge of rage as he thought, "All of this mischief is spread by this woman." In front of Tabsum, she would not repeat such blunt statements, and Tabsum would not frighten the nights in this manner.

Let's see, then. In one and a half months, I will attempt to eliminate Tabsum's mind, and he will return home.

To light a cigarette, I used a lighter.

A shadow was visible in the light from the lighter in the courtyard outside the door. wearing a pathway-style long dress, similar to what dancing girls used to wear. This shadow was easily visible to him.

Gradually, the shadow was making its way toward the room. The tabla was suddenly beaten from behind by someone. The shadow's interlocutor stepped forward, followed by the rasp of the tabla and the sharp jingle of Ghanghru's steps before the shadow entered the room.

His mouth gave way to smoke. The shadow came to a stop directly in front of him.

However, the gong hard and tabla sounds persisted.

loud enough to make the dishes on the table ring.

The shadow of Ratha, a young, pretty, but repulsive woman.

He was confronted by Ain when she arrived.

His attire was that of a dancer. The knees were covered in hair. But they were completely lost.

The lips were badly covered in red lipstick.

His face displayed a wicked grin.

Tanveer began to shake violently.

Who are you, Cook?

"Ranjana". The woman spoke with a whimpering voice.

"Come and join me."

He asked harshly, "Where?"

I stay the same "in the bathroom."

He grabbed Tanveer's wrist as he moved forward.

His touch was certain to be cruel.

Tanveer attempted to read Ayatul Kursi with a closed mouth.

She started to nab him and drag him into the courtyard.

Tanveer saw the woman's badly cut neck with her flesh showing as the last thing he saw.

"Hello," who is beaming?

"Yes, Tabsum, I don't know how to tell you, there is bad, very bad news" "For the love of God, what happened to Rihanna?"

Tanveer Bhai, he is no more. He probably had a heart attack and fell to the ground in front of the bathroom at your house.

Tabsum lost hold of the phone's receiver.