सूर्य, a curious and imaginative child, sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor, surrounded by the dim glow of a single bulb hanging overhead. The room was cluttered with old toys and forgotten memories, but सूर्य's attention was fixed on an old doll with patchy hair and a faded face.
सूर्य giggled as he spoke to the doll, his voice a gentle whisper amidst the quiet. "तुम्हें पता है, हम बहुत मज़े करेंगे," he said, his eyes filled with wonder. The doll, silent and unmoving, seemed to listen, becoming an unspoken companion in his solitary game.
Without warning, the room's atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, and a strange chill crept in. The doll's mouth moved slightly, and a voice emerged, low and unsettling. "तुम मुझे छोड़कर कहाँ जा रहे हो?" it asked. The voice was neither a whisper nor a shout but something in between, resonating with an eerie familiarity.
सूर्य felt a shiver run down his spine. His heart pounded as he tried to release the doll from his grip, but its hold was firm, almost as if it had come alive with an unyielding force. The room's light flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock his fear.
The doll's face twisted into a sinister smile, one that seemed to stretch beyond the limits of its worn features. Silence enveloped the room, thick and palpable, as if the walls themselves held their breath. "अब तुम मेरी ही दुनिया में हो," the voice echoed, sealing सूर्य's fate in a world unknown.
As the initial terror began to ebb, a strange calm settled over सूर्य. The room, though still dim, felt less threatening. The shadows softened, and the doll's grip loosened, leaving सूर्य with an odd sense of belonging. Perhaps, he thought, this new world wasn't so different after all.
