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Instead of jump scares or exaggerated drama, the book relies on mood, memory, and quiet tension which to me, feels far more powerful.
I loved this book. It had my attention from the start till the end. A few parts were emotional, few were eerie, and others were mysterious. Blending all these together has been done masterfully. I've already read the author’s work before, and I love their way of storytelling. The love stories were heartbreaking, they just touched my heart. The horror elements were equally eerie, which I loved as I'm a huge horror fan. Overall, this was a perfect read for me.
On a quiet, rainy Friday night, journalists Shyam Chakraborty and Prantik Nag sat in their apartment, engrossed in a conversation about the origins of fear. Fables and myths—those strange inheritances from the past—were their subject. Prantik was narrating a ghost story from his childhood, one that had planted a lasting seed of paranoia in him.
Myths are meant to be enjoyed, relished like old wine—passed on, embellished, but never truly questioned. No one really probes into them.
But what if someone did? What if curiosity overruled caution, and the line between storytelling and reality began to blur?
Could a night of casual tales become the doorway to something far more terrifying—an experience so haunting that they'd wish they'd never spoken of such things at all?
I loved this book. It had my attention from the start till the end. A few parts were emotional, few were eerie, and others were mysterious. Blending all these together has been done masterfully. I've already read the author’s work before, and I love their way of storytelling. The love stories were heartbreaking, they just touched my heart. The horror elements were equally eerie, which I loved as I'm a huge horror fan. Overall, this was a perfect read for me.