Akash bought an old wardrobe from a second-hand shop. It had a large mirror attached to the door. Everything was fine for the first few days, but then, strange things started happening. As a photographer, Akash always had an eye for detail, and he noticed that his reflection wasn't behaving exactly like him. When he went to wash his face at night, the 'Akash' inside the mirror would sometimes smile, even though his own face remained expressionless.
One night, while standing in front of the mirror, Akash saw his reflection reach out, pass through the glass, and grab his throat. Akash stumbled backward, but a cold hand from inside the mirror was desperately trying to pull him in. Akash screamed, and the mirror shattered into pieces. But the bizarre part was—the next morning, there were no glass shards on the floor. Now, when Akash looks into a mirror, he can no longer see his own face; he only sees a dark void that is slowly inching closer to him.