The night was unusually silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Meera's uncle drove through the lonely road, unaware that this would be the last journey of his life.
The darkness outside felt heavier than usual, pressing against the windows like an unseen force.
Suddenly, he stopped the car.
"I need to step out," he muttered to himself, opening the door and walking a few steps away toward the roadside.
The air turned cold.
Too cold.
A strange feeling crept over him, making his heart pound faster. He looked around, but there was nothing—only shadows and silence.
And then… she appeared.
Meera.
Standing right in front of him.
Her eyes burned with anger, her presence unnatural, terrifying. He froze. His body refused to move, as if fear had chained him to the ground.
"N-no… this can't be…" he whispered, stepping back.
But there was nowhere to run.
Meera slowly moved closer, her gaze fixed on him—filled with pain, betrayal, and a thirst for justice. The wind began to howl, circling them like a storm that had been waiting for this very moment.
"You… ruined everything," her voice echoed, not loud, yet powerful enough to shake his soul.
He tried to scream, to escape, but his legs gave up.
In that instant, Meera rushed forward—
And entered his body.
His scream tore through the silence of the night.
For a moment, everything stopped.
Then… silence again.
When he returned to the car, something was different. His movements were unnatural, his eyes lifeless, yet strangely calm.
He drove back home.
But the person inside him… was no longer the same.
As he stepped into the house, a faint, chilling smile appeared on his face.
Meera's revenge…
Was finally complete.