डेरा की ख़ामोशी... 
 
At the edge of a village stands an abandoned dera, where whispers rise at midnight, calling names in the dark. A shepherd vanished there, leaving only blood-written words: “One… More…” 

Some say a tantric’s shadow still lingers, chains drag across the floor, and windows breathe with unseen voices. Those who cross the threshold never escape the count—because every night, the wall demands one more. 

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