The Cursed River

1. The Call of the River

It turned into a deep, silent night. In one nook of the village flowed a darkish, mysterious river known as Kalendi. The villagers feared it, believing it turned into cursed. By day, it seemed like another river—calm, serene, and nearly inviting. But at night, it transformed. Strange whispers drifted from the water, muffled cries echoed via the air, and sometimes, humans claimed they heard a person calling their name.

The elders referred to a sad love tale that had doomed the river. Many years ago, a effective landlord, Raghunath Chaudhury, dominated the village with an iron fist. His daughter, Ruposhi, turned into an extraordinary beauty—kind-hearted, gentle, and with eyes complete of dreams. She fell in love with Ganesh, the son of a terrible boatman. Their love turned into forbidden, a sin withinside the eyes of the landlord.

When Raghunath determined out, he turned into furious. His pleasure could now no longer permit his daughter to be with a person under their status. In a merciless act of punishment, he had Ganesh drowned in Kalendi`s deep waters. Days later, Ruposhi turned into determined useless close to the riverbank on a complete moon night. Some believed she had taken her very own existence in grief. Others whispered that the river itself had claimed her, pulling her into its depths to reunite together along with her misplaced love.

Since then, a darkish legend surrounded the river. On nights of the brand new moon, people who ventured close to Kalendi frequently in no way returned.

2. The Skeptic`s Challenge

Shambhu, a younger guy from the village, in no way believed in such ghost stories. He turned into fearless, logical, and frequently mocked the villagers for his or her superstitions.

One evening, even as sitting together along with his pals close to the tea stall, the subject of Kalendi got here up again.

“I suppose it`s all nonsense,” Shambhu scoffed. “There`s no such issue as ghosts.”

“But what approximately people who disappeared?” requested his pal Gopal, his voice slightly above a whisper.

“They possibly ran away, or perhaps there`s a few different explanation.”

“You speak big,” some other pal, Haran, challenged him. “Why don`t you show it? Go to the river tonight.”

A mischievous grin unfold throughout Shambhu`s face. “Fine. I`ll go. I`ll stroll to the river in the dark and are available again to inform you all that it`s only a river, not anything more.”

His pals exchanged uneasy glances. None of them desired to go together with him, however they agreed to attend close to the village front for his return.

3. Midnight's First Meet

, Armed with a flashlight and wooden staff, Shamb headed for Karendy. The village sleeps, leaving behind narrow, unpaved roads. As he approached the river, the air became cold and unnatural.

He reached the bank of the river and stood still. The water was darker than the ink, reflecting the moon mirror above. It was quiet - it was too quiet. There is no grill or leaves. A creepy silence.

Shambhu turned on the flashlight and searched around. there is nothing. 444 444 He laughed. "There's nothing to fear."

Whisper.

"Shambu... have you come?"

He froze. Her voice was soft and almost melodic, but she had a distracting cold. He quickly turned and flashed light over the water. The surface fell apart despite the lack of wind. 444 444 Then - Footsteps. A soft, wet step approaches from behind.

Shamb turned around, but there was no one there.

A shower ran over his spine. He tightened the staff and spoke. "Who's there? Show yourself! "

No answer. Only the sound of slow, intentional steps approaches.

And then I touched his shoulder a little.

4. His flashlight flickered and he looked at her for a moment.

A woman was at the edge of the river, her long wet hair covering most of her face. She wore a flowing white saree.

Then she looked up.

Her eyes - pale, vibrant, yet full of sadness.

"Why did you come?" she whispered again.

Shambhu wanted to move and run, but his feet felt like they were made of stone. His breath was thrown.

"i...I don't believe in ghosts..." He tried so hard.

A flicker of sadness crossed her face. The river behind her began to expand violently, and despite the lack of wind, the waves plunged into the shore.

"He didn't," she muttered.

Shambhu had little time to respond before an invisible force advanced it. His feet slid over the damp floor and pulled it into the water.

He fought, but the stronger he fought.

His ankles were submerged. Then his knee. The cold water was wrapped around him like ice, pulling it deeper.

He cried with open mouth, but the water quickly fell silent.

It was her face that he saw in front of the darkness, and he saw him with a vengeful and unmerciless expression - truly heartbreakingly sad.

5. The Curse Lives On

The subsequent morning, Shambhu`s buddies amassed on the riverbank. His flashlight lay there, half-buried within the damp soil. But Shambhu became gone.

The villagers mourned. Another existence claimed with the aid of using Kalendi.

In the subsequent days, abnormal matters happened. People claimed to look like shadows shifting with the aid of using the river at night. Some heard faint whispers carried with the aid of using the wind. A few even noticed a lone discern status on the waters edge, waiting. The elders shook their heads. “The curse will by no means be lifted,” they said.

And so, the legend of Kalendi continued.

Even now, in case you ever discover yourself with the aid of using the river on a dark, moonless night, pay attention carefully. You may pay attention a soft, sorrowful whisper—

“Why did you come?”