"What an event! The students did show their bravery at the rally" said the first man.

"But the young bloods died, even they haven't stepped into the real world, yet" said the second elite.

"It's pretty similar to the 'ghostly' situation of our village. Most of the young bloods, here are dedicating their lives to the crops and knowledge, especially girls" said the third elite.

"This has been enough! Why the ghost is still terrorizing, like nearly forty years?" said the fourth one angrily.

"It's still a mystery! According to the old wives tale, a hero will come after forty years. Some said that he was here but not yet revealed!" said the fifth one.

"Guys hang on! I think, it's time to watch the news" distracted the first man.

Within these hangouts, they started to watch TV for the news broadcast, currently on the interim government. Wahid overheard the conversation and Khalil noticed it. To get rid of it, Khalil consoled him and gently grabbed him to the guest house. While Arshad was holding his luggage to a separate English-like hut, with the Chinese lanterns on. The valley so dark, but the chief's house so rich-it doesn't add up! Times have changed but certain traditions didn't.

"Son, this is your guest house! These guys might be elites, just comes from the other village to have a refreshment. But don't believe everything, other than the news commentaries and real ghost sightings" said Khalil in a deep voice.

"It's alright sir. I can cover that" replied Wahid.

"Your job is to cover the news, but if anything happens, do inform me!" said Khalil with a different dialect.

"No problem, sir, he is very sharp!" said the overly enthusiastic Arshad.

All three smiled. Wahid had a charming smile that almost delighted and paused Khalil's expression. His grey eyes also gave a familiar vibe after a long time. At the same time, Khalil's fatherly character just slowly arrived more he observed Wahid's face and the way he talks. It's kind of similar to a character who was fond of the family, he deliberately known.

"Your smile and eyes reminds me of someone familiar. Even if they are far away, you're near, son" said Khalil.

"Who?" asked Wahid.

"Aah...Never mind! Take some rest, Mr. Journalist" said Khalil firmly.

He left, while Arshad and Wahid entered the guest. Under the old fashioned house, it had a modern outlook. It had full of white curtains, Chinese lanterns, hotel bed and lots of modern electric equipment such as air conditioner, heater and a remote that switches the lights and AC off. There was a neighboring guest room similar to the Wahid's room. Who lives on it? He smelled a perfume, extremely familiar to him. It was more of a natural rose with a pink grape flavor, frequently used by one of his classmates back in school.

Wahid hoped into the room, while Arshad got back into Ama Didi's house, just to ensure about their safety. Wahid was tired, that's why he turned the lights off and slept like a cat's snore.

Till then, the sun started to rise after six hours of his sleep. As soon as he woke up, he had a meal together with Khalil and his family. His wife, Salma might be a housewife but have a charm of a happy feminist who really teaches elites to develop their own personalities but when anyone sings her praises, she's too innocent that she blushed for it. His eldest child, Mahima was a spoilt brat that she even compared herself as beautiful and unfortunately, everyone despised her-especially her classmates but she was a bit courteous. Most of the family members looked like a box of mystery, like every night, every elites come and hangout with political commentaries. Some said that the ghosts could not catch them up, unless they were alone.

"Well, Wahid, son, how are you feeling, today?" asked Khalil.

"The food was great! And the nature of the guest house was beautiful, especially fresh air", mumbled Wahid, while eating.

"Yesterday, I heard that ghost sightings have increased. A girl named Zuleikha have been possessed by Azad, as the locals mentioned. After that night, she had been acting strange. Hence you need to cover the story," said Khalil.

"I thought of an older man to come, you are a handsome young man," said Salma.

"Technically, I'm 40, might be younger than you but older than a 25 year old" said Wahid.

"Are you married?" asked Mahima.

Wahid slowly swallowing the food with a sad stare.

"I was married once, but she's no more" said Wahid in a deep voice.

"Sorry for that" said Mahima with sympathy.

After eating the whole meal, Wahid and Arshad were going to Zuleikha's house. They walked there for fourteen to fifteen minutes from Khalil's house. On that sense, they looked at the crowd of people who were gathering together at a tree. Down there, a mad Zuleikha, wearing a white cloth was shivering like a child. At the same time, she growled while looking at the crowd. Wahid's arms were trembling to the core.

She was silent and looking at him, she screamed "A visitor! Why the fuck are you here! Didn't anyone tell you, when to come to the village? You've forgotten your customs!"

Zuleikha was continuously screaming like madwoman who was locked in the chains. Then, Wahid accidentally was about to spill the locket inside his pocket but his reflexes prevented the locket to fall. She stopped her lunacy and meowed as a kitten. The villagers, even Arshad were shocked, that a terrified and possessed individual couldn't scare the visitor easily. No one knew why.

After her father, Masoom took her to a separate hut to 'cage' her. On the inside, Wahid was worried but on the outside, he stayed stronger than a stone. However, it questioned the mystery within the folklore and the haunted tale, based on the valley of Meghpur. The crowds walked away. Until, he was about to ask one of the local people about the possessed, he bumped into a lady police officer- no other than Arshi. She just made a smirk.

"Wahid Issaq, finally, you've broke your momma's boy image, it's been a while!" said Arshi with sarcasm.

"Perks of being a journalist" said Wahid in a deep voice.

"Why so deep? You weren't like that before!" exclaimed Arshi.

"My wife died. What to expect?" said Wahid.

Arshi's sarcasm quickly faded away. That reminded for both the couples that the past should be faded away. What was their past? Was it in the college? There would be a bits and pieces of the puzzle that might help you learn a bit of where it came from.

It was during the college time, Arshi's and Wahid's love story had begun on a sweet note. Dating in the restaurants, sending flowers to each other, sharing a drink in twin pipes and kind of a puppy love. Whenever Wahid talks to girls she used to be overly possessive of him. Until, one day, Wahid was with one of his classmates-his best friend Samar.

He was directing the assignments. But all of a sudden, Arshi arrived angrily like a little child and shoved a bench table behind. Wahid and Samar were infuriated by her tantrums. Hence, her cheeks turned red and cried, plus both the boys tried to pour water on her.

"Wahid, you disloyal son of a bitch!" screamed Arshi.

"What happened? Why are you screaming?" asked Wahid.

"You didn't respond my letters in the exam hall! You didn't pick up my calls, while at home! Though you've sent me gifts, is that enough? You don't have time for me?" shouted and wept Arshi.

Wahid knew the reality and struggle behind her folly. Samar just left the table and rushed to the toilet, listening to her outbursts. Arshi calmed down a bit while Wahid thumped the table down.

"Enough! I'm breaking up with you!" shouted back Wahid.

"Why?" meowed Arshi.

"You're a controlling shit! You've dominated my ass so much that it ends up like a regular routine. You may be too practical, but I'm proud to be in that 'fantasy world' because your reality doesn't match with mine!" screamed Wahid.

"So that means we broke up?" wept Arshi.

She ran away. Until, years later, Wahid and his now deceased wife were wedded in a grandeur manner that Arshi wept and ate five plates of mutton biryani. So immature of her! But how a 'childish' girl like her became a police officer?

Wahid was curious.