Novel : Unknown

Season 1 : Mistress of Death

Beneath the polished surface of Maya Wilson, CEO of Moonlight Fashion Company, lies a storm of forgotten rituals, haunted visions, and a bloodline steeped in secrets. Once known as Kelvi, she was born into the ancient Trivansh lineage—the last heir to a sprawling, cursed Haveli in Mewar, its hundred acres of woods whispering of dark pasts and darker magic.

Her childhood was shattered when her grandmother’s murderers struck, stealing not just her memories, but her very identity. Rescued by a grieving billionaire, Henry Wilson, she was given a new life in Canada—a life as his beloved daughter, Maya. But the past refuses to fade. Fragments of tantric knowledge, ghostly apparitions, and chilling nightmares haunt her, though she hides her struggles from Henry, who loves her unconditionally.

At 22, Maya’s world seems perfect: a powerful CEO, a loyal lover in Dhruv, her Indian secretary, and a future shimmering with promise. But when Dhruv is called back to India by his troubled family, Maya’s visions turn dire—she sees him dying, yet keeps her secret close. Desperate, she gives him a ring, a final safeguard: when in danger, call her name, and she will answer.

In India, Dhruv uncovers chilling truths about his family and the Trivansh Haveli, where spirits lurk and unexplained deaths multiply. As Maya watches from afar, her paranormal abilities flare—visions, rituals, and screams that terrify even Henry. The two most powerful spirits awaken, threatening to tear Maya and Dhruv apart.

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Will Maya reclaim her true self and protect the man she loves?

What dark deed did Dhruv’s family commit against hers?

And when the truth rises from the ashes of the past, will their love survive?

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The answer lies in the heart of the Haveli—where the Mistress of Death must face her destiny.

.............................MAIN.....CHARACTERS...........................

Adopted daughter daughter of Henry Wilson. CEO of Moonlight Fashion Company, Toronto Canada. Graduated from Oxford University in MBA.

Have supernatural powers, performan dangerous rituals and can summon spirit named Shakal.

Dhruv Raguvanshi, from wealthy Indian family in Mewar. Living in Canada from past 12 years with his aunt Mona. Working as secretary of Maya in Moonlight Fashion Company.

Very calm, mature and caring for his girlfriend Maya. But scared of ghosts and hate horror movies.

Born with Maya, a spirit. Maya's guardian and trusted spirit. He only obeys Maya's order.

Aksha an evil dark spirit, waiting for his master to reborn. Husband of Akshara. Very powerful and merciless. Guardian of Trivansh Haveli in Mewar.

Akshara wife of Aksha. Guardian of Trivansh Haveli. Always obeys Aksha. Merciless killers and experienced in performaning toughest tantric rituals.

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Author’s Note:

Your well-being matters. This story explores dark and intense themes, including self-harm and ritualistic violence. If you find any content distressing or triggering, please take care of yourself and don’t hesitate to pause or reach out for support. Remember, you are not alone, and help is available. Thank you for reading and prioritizing your mental health.

I am new on this platform, My English is also not good. but I hope I will earn my place in your hearts with my writing.

----- MAYRA BLAZE.

Dhruv was driving from Jaipur to Mewar when suddenly, heavy rain began to pour. The downpour was so intense that the world outside dissolved into a blur of water and shadow, the wipers thrashing helplessly against the windshield. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning flashed, illuminating the deserted road for a split second. Dhruv's heart raced as the tires skidded on the slick asphalt. Just as the vehicle was about to crash into a tree looming out of the darkness, Dhruv slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt, the engine shuddering. For a moment, all he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart.

Shaken, he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and leaned back in his seat. The cold from the rain seeped into the car, making him shiver. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on his car window-three quick taps that cut through the storm and his fear.

A soft, unfamiliar voice reached his ears:

"Kya hua?"

"What happened?"

Startled, Dhruv turned his head, his breath catching. Through the rain-streaked, fogged-up window, he could barely make out a shadowy figure standing outside. He hesitated, then rolled down the window a crack. The cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of wet earth and something strangely sweet.

Standing there was a beautiful young woman-strikingly attractive, with red lips, piercing grey eyes, and a black cloak with a hood pulled low over her head, droplets of rain glistening on the fabric.

The girl spoke again, her tone numb and almost emotionless:

"Are wo sahab, bolo bhi kuch. Kya hua?"

"Hey mister, say something. What happened?"

Dhruv sat there, speechless, mesmerized by her beauty and the surrealness of the moment. Questions flooded his mind-Who is this girl? Why is she here, alone in this storm? Isn't she afraid?

Suddenly, she reached her hand through the window and shook his shoulder, her touch cold and urgent.

"Are wo sahab! Mar mara to nahi gaye baithe baithe?"

"Hey mister! Did you die sitting here or what?"

This time, her voice was sharper, cutting straight through Dhruv's daze.

Dhruv snapped out of it, blinking rapidly.

"Haan! Kya hua?"

"Yes! What happened?" he stammered, his voice shaky.

The girl tapped her head in mock frustration and said,

"Are sahab, main bhi wahi pooch rahi hoon-kya hua? Kahe aise murti ban ke baithe ho?"

"Mister, I'm asking the same thing-what happened? Why are you sitting here like a statue?"

Dhruv unbuckled his seatbelt, glanced at her, and replied, his voice still unsteady,

"Car ka accident ho gaya meri."

"My car almost had an accident."

She laughed, the sound oddly musical yet unsettling in the storm.

"Are sahab, car toh theek hai aapki, magar aap nashe mein lag rahe ho."

"Mister, your car is fine, but you look like you're drunk."

Dhruv felt a surge of irritation and raised his voice, his fear momentarily replaced by frustration,

"Main yahan sunsan raste par pareshan, akela, dara hua hoon, aur tum hans rahi ho."

"I'm troubled, alone, scared on this deserted road, and you're laughing?"

The girl immediately raised her hands in surrender, her lips curving into a sly smile.

"Are sahab, gussa kyun karte ho? Main kaun hoti hoon aapki hasi uḍhane wali?"

"Hey mister, why are you getting angry? Who am I to make fun of you?"

Dhruv was still angry, but his voice softened a little as he said,

"Jao yahan se."

"Go away from here."

Instead of leaving, the girl leaned closer, placing her hands gently on the car window. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, and her smile faded into a thin, unsettling line. In a soft, almost whispering tone, she said,

"Sahab, ye rasta aur ye barish aapke bahar rukne layak nahi hai."

"Mister, this road and this rain are not meant for you to stay outside."

The sound of her voice sent chills down Dhruv's spine. A strange, cold dread settled over him. He quickly turned the key, trying to start the car, but the engine refused to come alive. The silence was suffocating.

The girl laughed in a strange, eerie way-almost like a ghost would. Still smiling, she said,

"Sahab, abhi toh aap bole car ka accident ho gaya hai."

"Mister, you just said your car had an accident."

Dhruv, helpless and terrified, began to cry. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pleaded, his voice trembling,

"Bhootni ji, main abhi bas 23 ka hoon, mujhe mat maaro."

"Ghost lady, I'm only 23, please don't kill me."

The poor guy even folded his hands in desperation, his whole body shaking.

The girl's laughter faded away, replaced by a gentle calm. Her expression softened, almost pitying.

"Sahab, aap roiye mat. Main yahi paas mein rehti hoon aur main koi bhootni nahi hoon."

"Mister, don't cry. I live nearby and I'm not a ghost."

But Dhruv was still shaking, his voice barely a whisper,

"Mujhe dar lag raha hai tumse. Meri maa kehti hai aise raste par sirf bhoot hi milte hain, insaan nahi."

"I'm scared of you. My mother says you only meet ghosts, not people, on such roads."

The girl stepped back, her expression unreadable, her eyes dark and mysterious.

"Maa aapki theek kahti hain, par galat tareeke se."

"Your mother is right, but in the wrong way." she said cryptically.

Dhruv couldn't make sense of her words, but at that moment, the girl truly seemed frightening. And then, right before his eyes, she vanished-disappearing as if she'd never been there at all. The air felt colder, the silence heavier.

Terrified, Dhruv hurriedly rolled up the window and fastened his seatbelt. This time, when he tried to start the car, the engine roared to life. Without looking back, he sped away from the deserted road, one hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, the other wiping away his tears, the girl's haunting words echoing in his mind.

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...Warning:...

...This chapter contains intense and potentially distressing content, including self-harm, blood rituals, human sacrifice, and the summoning of evil spirits. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to these themes, please consider whether this story is appropriate for you....

Author's Note:

Your well-being matters. This story explores dark and intense themes, including self-harm and ritualistic violence. If you find any content distressing or triggering, please take care of yourself and don't hesitate to pause or reach out for support. Remember, you are not alone, and help is available. Thank you for reading and prioritizing your mental health.

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Dhruv had barely driven a short distance when the rain grew even heavier. The world outside his windshield blurred into a shifting curtain of water, the wipers struggling to keep up. The rhythmic thud of raindrops on the roof was deafening, and the headlights could barely pierce the darkness.

His hands, still trembling from the encounter on the deserted road, gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

His breath came in short, shaky bursts. Each inhale was laced with the metallic tang of fear. The memory of the mysterious girl's voice echoed in his mind, sending another shiver down his spine.

Unable to go on, Dhruv pulled his car over to the side of the road. The engine idled softly, the only warmth in the cold, damp silence that filled the car.

He let his head fall back against the seat, closing his eyes for a moment. His heart pounded in his chest. As he tried to calm himself, his gaze fell to his hand resting on the steering wheel.

There, glinting faintly in the dim light, was the ring-a black diamond set in silver. The sight of it brought a rush of memories, sharp and bittersweet.

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Flashback

Dhruv's bedroom was a sanctuary of comfort and luxury. The grand bed was covered in crisp white sheets, the soft glow of bedside lamps casting golden pools of light across the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the city skyline, blurred by the gentle drizzle outside. The air was filled with the faint scent of jasmine from the vase on his nightstand.

Maya lay in Dhruv's arms, her body warm and soft against his. Her hair fanned out across his bare chest, and her breath was slow, almost hesitant. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingers, but her eyes-usually bright and mischievous-were clouded with worry.

"Druv, kya tum ab kabhi mere paas nahi aoge?"

"Dhruv, will you never come back to me again?"

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with pain and longing.

Dhruv turned to her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. He searched her eyes, trying to reassure her with a gentle smile.

"Are aisa kyun pooch rahi ho? Main tumhe pyaar karta hoon. Main kyun chhodunga tumhe?"

"Why are you asking that? I love you. Why would I leave you?"

Maya's lips trembled as she pressed further, her voice fragile.

"Toh India wapas kyun jaa rahe ho?"

"Then why are you going back to India?"

Dhruv cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

"Main jaldi laut aaunga wapas. Bharosa karo."

"I'll come back soon. Trust me."

She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her silhouette outlined by the city lights streaming in through the window.

"Mat jao. Please. It's dangerous."

"Don't go. Please. It's dangerous."

Dhruv sat up beside her, concern etching lines across his face.

"Pehle toh kabhi nahi roka tumne mujhe, phir aaj kyun?"

"You've never stopped me before, so why today?"

Maya hesitated, then slowly slid a black diamond ring from her finger. Her hands shook as she took Dhruv's hand in hers and slipped the ring onto his finger.

"Agar kabhi bhi tumhe aisa lage ki kuch bura hone wala hai, toh mera naam lena, is anguthi par haath rakh kar."

"If you ever feel that something bad is about to happen, take my name while holding this ring."

Dhruv looked down at the ring, then back at Maya, a soft smile on his lips.

"Theek hai. Par yeh toh batao, tum mujhe is baar India jaane kyun nahi dena chahti ho?"

"Alright. But tell me, why don't you want me to go to India this time?"

Maya moved closer, her palm warm on his chest, her eyes searching his for understanding.

"Waqt aane par bata doongi."

"I'll tell you when the time comes."

Dhruv couldn't resist her any longer. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead, then gently guided her back onto the bed. His kisses trailed down her neck, and Maya's breath caught in her throat.

"Dhruv..."

she gasped, her voice a mixture of fear and desire. She surrendered to him, their passion igniting in the quiet darkness, the world outside fading away until only the two of them remained.

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Present

The memory faded, leaving Dhruv with a hollow ache in his chest. He placed his right hand over the ring, closed his eyes, and whispered her name into the silence of the car,

"Maya... Maya..."

"Maya... Maya..."

A strange calm washed over him, as if her presence reached across the miles, soothing his fear. Outside, the rain began to slow, the storm losing its fury, but inside Dhruv's heart, the longing for Maya only grew stronger.

To be continued.....