The mansion stood tall and magnificent, so mesmerizing in its beauty that anyone who saw it once would surely turn back for another glance. Its exterior was only a glimpse of the grandeur within. The interiors were a masterpiece of design, with unique decor that drew people in with its charm and elegance.

However, amidst its splendor, an eerie scream echoed from one of the rooms, shattering the silence. The voice was unmistakably that of a young woman, desperate and pained.

The door to the room creaked open, revealing a woman in her late 40s and a younger girl stepping out. As they looked around, darkness surrounded them, as though the mansion itself concealed a sinister secret.

The girl, determined to investigate, stepped back into the room and flipped the light switch. A single bulb flickered to life, casting its pale glow across the room.

The scene illuminated was both horrifying and heartbreaking. A young woman, frail and thin, stood with her hands chained above her head. Her head hung low, her long hair obscuring her face. Her clothes—a white top and black pants—were torn, worn, and filthy, telling the story of months of neglect. The scars on her body, burns and cuts etched deep into her skin, revealed the cruelty she had endured.

A chilling voice broke the silence. "How are you, my dear daughter-in-law? Enjoying your stay here?"

The voice belonged to the older woman, Yamini Pratap, a lady in her late 40s or early 50s. Her tone dripped with malice as she smirked at the captive.

The young woman slowly raised her head, revealing a face marred by suffering yet holding an undeniable beauty. Her blue eyes, glistening with tears, met Yamini’s gaze. Yamini chuckled and added mockingly, "I hope you’re not facing any discomfort. After all, I’ve gone out of my way to ensure your… stay is special. If you feel something’s missing, do let me know."

Standing beside Yamini, Sneha Singh, a 24-year-old whom Yamini treated like her own daughter, chimed in, "What are you saying, Badi Maa? How could our arrangements ever displease her? Isn’t that right, dear bhabhi—oh, wait, my sautan?”

Sneha’s words were followed by loud laughter as the two women relished the captive’s torment.

The chained woman, her voice trembling, finally spoke. "Why are you doing this to me? What wrong have I done to you?"