In Gulmohar Park, Delhi, a film director, her daughter, and their doctor uncover a chilling truth that ties them to sinister secrets and unearthly forces.
Gulmohar Park basked in the dim glow of a crescent moon as Ankita, a celebrated film director, returned home after a late-night shoot. Her daughter, Aakriti, a quiet 8-year-old with an unsettling knack for sketching eerie scenes, was unusually fixated on drawing a figure shrouded in darkness. Ankita dismissed it as the product of an overactive imagination, but the faint whispers Aakriti claimed to hear told a different story.
Their trusted doctor and family friend, Shubham, had visited earlier that evening. He carried a mysterious air, often sharing tales of the human mind’s strange connections to the unseen. Ankita had called him after noticing Aakriti’s growing isolation and recurring nightmares. Shubham assured her it was a phase, yet something about his demeanour felt off—his gaze lingered too long on Aakriti’s drawings.
One night, the whispers turned into loud knocks at the door, and a horrified Ankita found her daughter missing. Rushing outside, she stumbled upon Shubham in the garden, his face pale, holding a weathered notebook filled with symbols and cryptic entries about “The Whispering Ones.” The book belonged to Aakriti’s late father, a renowned paranormal investigator Ankita had never spoken about.
Shubham revealed the truth: Aakriti’s drawings were not mere imagination but visions of a sinister force tied to the park. Her father had once uncovered an ancient entity bound to the land, an entity that demanded a sacrifice every generation to ensure peace. Ankita’s blood ran cold as she realized Shubham wasn’t there to help but to fulfil the pact.
Just as Shubham reached for Aakriti, Ankita’s latent maternal instincts turned fierce. She grabbed a rusted garden spade and fought him off, barely escaping into the depths of the park with Aakriti. The duo found themselves surrounded by ancient carvings glowing faintly in the moonlight, the whispers now deafening.
In a horrifying twist, Aakriti, with tears streaming down her face, confessed: “It wants me to stay, Mama. It told me I was the chosen one.” Ankita faced the ultimate choice—to fight the darkness or accept a horrifying fate to save her daughter.
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