Jinn Ki Junoon Ruh_E_Ravaan
Episode 1
The dense forests of Mussoorie...
Night was at its absolute peak.
Between the towering deodar trees, a black mist slithered like toxic smoke. Somewhere in the distance, the long, mournful howls of wolves made the silence of the night even more terrifying.
In the most desolate part of these woods...
A ruin had stood in silence for centuries.
Crumbling walls...
Stones scattered across the ground...
Moss-covered stairs...
And every corner, battered by the assault of time, bore witness that life must have once flourished here.
But now...
This place stood draped only in the silence of death.
Even the forest around it seemed to keep its distance.
No animal came near the ruin...
No bird ever perched on its roof...
And no traveler, even by mistake, ever set foot in that direction.
Because...
The old folks of Mussoorie still said one thing—
"Night does not fall in that ruin... a centuries-old curse awakens there."
But...
Tonight, the sleep of that curse was restless.
In the deepest part of the ruin...
There was a massive dungeon carved out of stone.
So ancient that even the cracks in its walls had centuries of silence trapped inside them.
And in the center of the chamber...
A figure lay bound in chains.
But...
To call him human would perhaps be an insult to mankind.
Both his arms were stretched upward, pulled taut by thick iron chains.
His legs were shackled apart in opposite directions.
An ancient dagger was buried deep in his chest, constantly pulsing with a blood-red glow.
Thump...
Thump...
Thump...
It felt as if...
The dagger itself was breathing.
As if it were alive.
Episode 2
His entire body was encased in centuries-old ice.
A layer so thick...
That his real face was no longer even visible.
But...
Even through that frozen prison, a terror so absolute seeped out...
That even Death itself would not dare to meet his gaze.
Every wall of the chamber...
Every stone...
Every breath...
Felt like it trembled in the presence of him.
Qur'anic verses were etched all over the chains.
Those verses glowed with a faint golden light.
As if, every single moment...
They were straining to suppress the captive’s power.
And yet...
There was a strange tremor in those chains.
As if the force imprisoned within them was still not willing to sit quietly.
The silence in the chamber was so profound...
That if a needle had fallen...
Its echo would have rung for centuries.
Then...
Tak...
The sound of footsteps echoed.
Then...
Another.
Tak... Tak... Tak...
The steps moved slowly, steadily... toward that very dungeon.
A few moments later...
A tall shadow emerged from the darkness into the light.
He was draped from head to toe in a black cloak.
His face, too, was hidden in shadow.
Only his eyes were visible...
And in them burned a strange, crimson gleam.
Without pausing for even a second...
He walked straight to the captive figure.
Then...
With utmost reverence...
He dropped to one knee.
He placed his right hand on the ground...
And bowed his head.
His demeanor was such...
As if a beggar had bowed before his god.
Or...
A loyal slave before his king.
For several moments, he did not raise his head.
The same silence returned to the dungeon.
But...
Even within that silence, the restlessness of his breath was unmistakable.
Episode 3
Finally...
In a voice filled with deep reverence, he spoke—
Mysterious
"Aaqa..."
His voice was low...
But it carried a devotion...
That had held centuries of waiting within it.
Mysterious
"Very soon... your solitude is about to end..."
For several moments, he remained seated just like that—head bowed.
His breaths were heavy...
As if the weight of four hundred years rested upon his chest.
Mysterious
Finally, he slowly raised his gaze.
Mysterious
His crimson eyes locked directly onto the body encased in ice.
In those eyes there was no fear...
No regret...
Only waiting.
Wait that was centuries long...
Silent...
And dangerous.
Mysterious
He spoke, with utmost reverence,
"Aaqa... four hundred years have passed..."
"Every season has changed..."
"Empires have crumbled into dust..."
"Generations of men have come and gone..."
"But this servant of yours still stands exactly where he stood four hundred years ago."
A Profound silence hung in the dungeon.
No voice answered back.
Only that dagger, pulsing with red light...
Still throbbed at the same rhythm.
Mysterious
The cloaked one glanced at the dagger for a moment.
His fists clenched on their own.
Now, a suppressed rage bled into his voice.
Mysterious
"The ones who betrayed you..."
"The ones who, through deceit, threw you into this prison..."
"Time has erased them..."
"But their blood..."
"Still lives on."
Mysterious
The red gleam in his eyes deepened.
Mysterious
"What strange games fate plays, Aaqa..."
"The very bloodline that imprisoned you in this darkness..."
"From that same bloodline, your release has already been written."
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