In a small village of Rajasthan lived Ram Lal and his family, known for their happiness, prosperity, and unity. Their laughter filled the house every evening, and their fields yielded enough to feed many. But hidden jealousy was growing in the heart of a neighbor, an old woman known for her strange practices.
One night, she performed a ritual of black magic against the family. Soon after, misfortunes began. At night, the children screamed, saying they saw a shadow standing near their bed. Vessels would crash to the floor on their own. Doors creaked open and shut without wind. Ram Lal himself felt a cold hand grip his
shoulder in the darkness, though no one was there.
Day by day, his business collapsed. The family members fell sick one after another. No doctor could find a reason, and even the village priest failed to drive away the dark presence.
Finally, one night, Ram Lal’s wife awoke to find the neighbor woman in their courtyard, chanting mantras before a black doll pierced with needles. But by the time she shouted for help, the family was already broken—sick, poor, and terrified.
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