The Sundarbans breathed an ancient kind of silence—thick, heavy, alive. Leaves rustled with secrets, and even the birds seemed reluctant to call out, as if respecting something older and far more terrifying than them. The air was humid and dense, but Vansh moved through it with the ease of a man familiar with discomfort. Vansh, A young, no more than twenty-five, with skin darkened by sun and wind, and eyes that darted often—scanning, calculating. He wore a simple kurta and trousers, muddied from travel, and carried with him a cloth satchel filled with little more than water, dry bread, and a small, curved hunting knife.
Vansh: The Mangled Man - Chapter 1
In the heart of the Sundarbans, Vansh finds a dying old man deep in the forest. But as night something unnatural emerges from the shadows—watching him. ...Read More
Vansh: The Mangled Man - Chapter 2
Previous Chapter: Vansh: The Mangled Man Chapter 2: Vansha BhoomiThe sun peeked lazily the fog as birds chirped in the distance. Vansh opened his eyes slowly, greeted by the modest scent of earth and firewood.He sat up inside a small hut, its thatched ceiling filtering the morning light in golden strands.Across the room, A man tended to a small pot over an open fire.Anirban, a generous, kind young man, No older than thirty. Who let Vansh sleep in his hut during the night after the terrifying experience in the forest.Anirban turned and noticed ...Read More
Vansh: The Mangled Man - Chapter 3
Afterweek's ofwandering through villages, struggling under foreign tongues and unfamiliar rooftops to even seeing a real monster through his in the last village, Vansh had finally returned to his village.The moment his feet touched the cracked, familiar soil, an emotion surged within him—something warm, almost forgotten. He walked slowly, deliberately, not just towards home, but into memory itself. The village was still the same: vibrant, buzzing with murmurs and spice-scented breezes. The same crooked stalls with uneven roofs lined the street, and the same vendors, albeit a bit older, called out prices for jackfruit and rice cakes. Children ran ...Read More