Outside the Pratap Singh mansion, the night had settled in beautifully — fairy lights glowing, music echoing faintly, laughter drifting through the windows.
But beyond those warm lights…
in the shadows of the tall ancient trees…
something far more sinister began to stir.
A hulking figure lumbered toward the mansion — a yeti-like beast, its massive feet crushing dry leaves under its weight. Its white fur shimmered oddly under the moonlight. The creature let out a low growl, steaming breath escaping its jaws as it sniffed the air.
It had come for one purpose.
To breach the protection surrounding the Pratap Singh bloodline.
The beast crouched, ready to charge—
A sudden hiss sliced through the silence.
The ground rumbled.
Trees trembled.
From the darkness, a massive golden serpent emerged — not with one head… but with five. Five gleaming, crown-like heads rose high, each pair of eyes glowing a dangerous molten gold. Its scales glittered like molten metal, illuminating the entire garden.
The yeti beast snarled in confusion.
The serpent didn't wait.
With unbelievable speed, one head struck, knocking the beast backwards. Another head wrapped around its arm. A third bared its fangs dangerously close to its throat.
The beast roared, swinging its claws wildly.
The serpent's middle head blocked the strike with a furious, bone-shaking hiss.
The two creatures clashed violently —
a burst of golden light against white brute force.
Claws scraped scales.
Fangs snapped.
Branches cracked and fell around them.
But inside the mansion?
No one noticed.
The guests continued clapping, the music still echoing.
Kiara and Yuvaan still stood on stage, unaware of the war unfolding outside.
The serpent tightened two of its heads around the yeti, lifting it partially into the air. The creature kicked violently, snow-like fur flying from its body.
With a vicious twist, the serpent slammed the beast onto the ground.
The impact shook the earth.
The beast tried one last desperate attack —
but the fifth head lunged forward and sank its fangs into the beast's shoulder.
A sharp, blinding golden light erupted.
The yeti let out one final cry… and its body dissolved into ash, scattering across the lawn.
The serpent lifted its five heads once more, scanning the perimeter, protecting the mansion with unwavering loyalty.
Then silently…
it coiled back into the shadows…
watching…
waiting…
for it's turn to strike.
Meanwhile — Shetty Villa, Basement
A cold, humming stillness filled the underground room. Vikram stood in the center, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the four pyramids he had been adjusting for hours. Each one glowed faintly, positioned precisely so their beams converged toward the tall, ancient mirror at the far end of the basement.
The moon had finally risen.
Its silver light streamed through the narrow window, hitting the first pyramid.
A soft vibration pulsed through the room.
Vikram straightened instantly.
"Finally," he whispered, breath tight.
The moonlight bounced from one pyramid to the next —
left, right, forward, back —
and then all four beams struck the mirror at once.
The glass rippled.
A deep rumble echoed beneath Vikram's feet.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
The temperature dropped suddenly — so cold his breath turned visible.
The mirror twisted again…
like water disturbed by an invisible hand.
Then—
A crack split through the glass.
Vikram's eyes widened. "No… no… that shouldn't—"
The crack spread like lightning.
Bright silver light poured out of it, engulfing the entire basement.
And then…
a dark shadow pushed through.
A silhouette.
Tall.
Human-shaped.
But the edges were uneven, as if the person had been carved out of smoke.
Vikram stumbled back, choking on his shock.
His heartbeat pounded violently in his chest.
The figure stepped out fully, boots hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Their posture was rigid.
Their breathing slow… controlled… almost unnatural.
Vikram stared, horrified, breath frozen.
"You…" he whispered, voice trembling for the first time in years.
"No. That's not possible."
The shadowy figure lifted their head slightly —
not revealing their face, not speaking a single word.
Just standing there.
Still.
Silent.
Watching Vikram with an intensity that made his spine shiver.
Vikram swallowed hard, unable to move, unable to look away.
The portal behind the figure collapsed in a burst of dim light… sealing the basement in an eerie, suffocating quiet.
And the figure remained.
Unmoving.
Unrevealed.
Unreadable.
Leaving Vikram — and every reader — with one burning question:
Who has returned from the Shadow Realm?
✨ Precap Teaser ✨
Soft temple bells echo as Yuvaan and Kiara stand together under a canopy of marigolds, taking their sacred vows. Their hands are bound with the red ritual thread… their eyes locked with unspoken promises.
The family surrounds them, glowing with happiness —
Bhoomi wipes her tears, Chandrika joins her palms in prayer, Vikram and Varun stand proudly beside the couple.
But beneath all this bliss…
a serpentine shadow slithers silently across the temple walls, watching the wedding with cold, unblinking interest.
Just as Yuvaan fills Kiara's maang with sindoor—
CREAK…
The main door groans open.
Every head turns.
Footsteps echo.
A silhouette enters… tall, unmoving… unreadable.
Kiara's smile fades.
Yuvaan stiffens.
Vikram and Varun instinctively step forward.
The entire family gasps.
The shadowy figure lifts their head—
And the screen cuts to black.
"Who is this new storm about to gatecrash their lives…?"
"And what destiny will they bring for Yuvaan and Kiara?"
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