The Shadow of Vengeance (Part 5)

The day we returned Saira’s diary and gold chain to the sea, we thought it was over—that she had found peace.

But was that truly the case?

Only three days passed. What followed defied even our darkest fears.

The Fishermen’s Fate

At dawn on the fourth day, we heard devastating news. A group of fishermen from Noakhali, who’d sailed out the previous night, returned with their boat shattered. Two were missing. The sole survivor trembled, muttering,

“I warned them! Don’t keep what isn’t yours! She’ll come… take us all, one by one!”

Panic gripped us. Fazlu Majhi snapped,

“Who kept the diary? I warned you—stealing her memories invites doom!”

Then we remembered: Mizan Bhai had joked, “This chain’s pure gold… let’s keep it.” We’d laughed it off.

But what if he’d meant it?

New Entries in the Diary

We rushed to Fazlu Majhi’s hut that night. Storm clouds loomed, the air thick with dread.

He handed us photocopied pages from Saira’s diary—pages he’d secretly kept. One entry read:

“If anyone claims my stars for themselves, I’ll strip their peace. My body is gone, but my soul remains.”

We froze. Had Mizan Bhai truly stolen the chain?

Mizan Bhai’s Descent

We found Mizan Bhai the next morning. He sat alone, eyes bloodshot, lips cracked.

When questioned, he screamed,

“It’s clinging to me! She won’t let me sleep! I didn’t know—the chain mattered so much!”

I whispered, “Where is it?”

He opened a wooden cabinet and pulled out the gold chain—now tarnished, almost black. Touching it, my fingers turned ice-cold.

The Chain’s Curse

That night, we gathered at the shore to return the chain. But the sea raged. Waves clawed at the sand. The clouds twisted into a face—a girl’s silhouette.

Mizan Bhai shuddered, “She’s here… I see her!”

We saw nothing. Then his body stiffened, eyes rolling white, voice a rasp:

“My stars, my memories… who dares claim them?”

A gale tore through us. We hurled the chain into the water. Mizan Bhai collapsed.

A False Peace?

As the chain sank, lightning split the sky. Silence followed.

Mizan Bhai awoke 15 minutes later, gasping, “I saw her eyes… she was choking me… until I let go.”

The sea calmed. Waves softened. Winds turned warm. Saira’s spirit, it seemed, had finally rested.

But It’s Not Over

We thought it was the end.

Three nights later, a young fisherman screamed,

“Brother, a girl stood underwater—long hair, white eyes. She didn’t speak… just stared.”

We fell silent.

Has Saira’s vengeance truly ended?

Or does another lost soul now haunt these waters, betrayed and hungry?

[To be continued...]