The Next Day
The morning light crept into the living room, but it did nothing to lift the heaviness sitting over the family. Everyone gathered quietly, as if even speaking too loudly might provoke the curse looming over them.
Vikram and Varun had arrived early, their faces grave.
Bhoomi's voice trembled as she broke the silence.
"So… there's really no way to stop her curse?"
Vikram exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead.
"No. Kalapishachi's curses don't break. I just… I just hope we don't lose either Yuvaan or Kiara."
At that, Bhoomi's composure collapsed. Tears filled her eyes.
"Why? Why can't we ever live in peace? Every happiness turns into fear in this house…"
No one dared to answer. The truth was too cruel.
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Upstairs
Meanwhile, upstairs, Kiara stepped into their room and found Yuvaan standing near the window, staring out, lost in thought.
She walked to him quietly.
"Are you thinking about the curse?"
Yuvaan turned to her immediately, masking whatever worry he'd been holding.
"No."
His voice was firm.
"I'm not scared of some old hag's words. Nothing will happen to us."
Kiara held his gaze for a moment—he was trying to reassure her, even if his own heart wasn't steady—but she didn't argue. She simply nodded.
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On the Stairs
Downstairs, one of the staff members hurried through the corridor carrying a glass of water. As he stepped onto the staircase, his elbow bumped the railing and—
CLINK—SPLASH.
The glass tilted. Water spilled across several steps, spreading slowly like a thin, shining sheet.
"Oh no… not again," the staff muttered, annoyed with himself.
He picked up the empty glass and stared at the wet stairs—ordinary, harmless… yet somehow unsettling in the silent house.
With a sigh, he turned away and walked toward the utility room…
…to get the mop stick.
Yuvaan walked down the corridor, adjusting his sleeve when he felt Kiara's presence behind him. She came closer, gently touching his arm.
"Yuvaan… your button," she murmured.
He glanced down—one of the top buttons of his shirt had come loose.
"Oh. I'll go change quickly," he said with a small smile and turned back toward their room.
Kiara continued down the corridor, unaware of the silent danger waiting for her. At the far end of the staircase, the water the staff had spilled earlier glimmered—just faintly—like something alive responding to the curse in the air.
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Back in the room, Yuvaan pulled off his shirt and reached for another. But as he lifted his head, something outside the window caught his eye—
A dark sigil burned across the sky.
Kalapishachi's curse mark.
His blood ran cold.
"Kiara…"
Without even fastening the new shirt, Yuvaan rushed out of the room, sprinting down the hall.
But he was already too late.
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The Fall
Kiara reached the top of the stairs, looking toward the living room where the family sat worried and restless. She took a step forward—
Her foot touched the shimmering water.
For a split-second the world slowed.
Then—
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Kiara slipped violently, tumbling down the stairs as the family rose in horror.
"KIARA!" voices shrieked.
Yuvaan reached the landing just in time to see her fall, his heart tearing apart as he leapt down the steps, avoiding the cursed water by instinct.
The family surrounded Kiara's motionless body. Blood trickled from a gash on her forehead.
Vikram immediately bent down, checking her breath… then froze.
Yuvaan knelt beside him, trembling.
"Father-in-law… what happened?"
Vikram's voice cracked.
"She… she isn't breathing."
A loud gasp tore through the family.
"No," Yuvaan whispered, shaking his head. "No, she can't die from such a small wound. She's Jishwa—nothing minor can kill her."
He placed his glowing palm over her wound, forcing his power into the injury, begging it to heal.
But the wound remained exactly the same.
Cold. Lifeless. Unmoving.
Chandrika covered her mouth, sobbing.
"That witch said one of them would die… from any small or dangerous incident. Oh God…"
"No!" Yuvaan roared. "No, Kiara is NOT dead! Kiara—Kiara, open your eyes!"
But she didn't move.
Suddenly, a golden light filled the hall. Warm, bright, divine.
Everyone lifted their heads as a celestial figure descended, radiant and powerful.
Baaldevi.
The room fell silent, trembling at her presence.
"I am Baaldevi," she announced. "And I have come because the curse has taken effect."
Yuvaan clenched Kiara's hand desperately. "Then save her! Please! Take my life if you want—but bring her back!"
Baaldevi looked at him with something almost like admiration.
"Your love," she said gently, "has shifted your destiny. You, Yuvaan Pratap Singh, have walked away from darkness and chosen the right path. For that, I will grant you what no one has ever received."
She lifted her palm.
Seven orbs of golden light floated out, circling Yuvaan.
"You will get seven chances to save your wife. Every orb will send you back in time. If, on the seventh attempt, you prevent her death… the curse will break forever."
Yuvaan reached out, his hands trembling, and accepted the orbs.
Without hesitation, he swallowed one—choosing hope over fear, love over fate.
"I'm bringing you back, Kiara," he whispered.
The world blurred around him as power surged through his body.
And then—
Yuvaan collapsed beside Kiara, unconscious.
✨ PRECAP — The Seven Fates Begin ✨
Baaldevi appears before the Tridev, bowing respectfully as divine light surrounds her.
"Following your command," she says, her voice echoing through the heavens, "I have granted Yuvaan seven chances to save Kiara's life. The outcome of their destiny now rests in his hands."
Meanwhile, back in the mortal world—
Yuvaan's eyes widen in horror as he notices something shifting in the background… something that wasn't supposed to happen this early.
He runs forward, panic breaking through his voice.
"KIARA!"
She turns, startled—
Something terrible is about to strike.
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Will Yuvaan be able to save his love this time?
Or will Fate steal Kiara again?