A retired veteran, a sales intern, and a policeman uncover chilling secrets at Leela Palace, Chanakyapuri. A night of terror awaits in Delhi’s dark corridors.
The Leela Palace in Chanakyapuri stood tall, its luxurious halls hiding more than just wealthy guests. Colonel Arvind Khanna, a retired army veteran, had checked in for a peaceful stay. Decades of service left him with scars—some visible, some buried deep in memory. He was used to battlefields, not eerie silence in the middle of the night.
Meanwhile, Rahul, an overworked sales intern, stumbled into the hotel lobby after partying at Yashwant Palace. His head buzzed from drinks and music, but something about the air inside felt… off. The chandeliers flickered as he waited for the elevator. A shiver crawled up his spine when he saw a man standing in the hallway—a figure in an old military uniform, his eyes hollow.
Not far away, Inspector Raghav was finishing his routine patrol when a distress call from the hotel security came through. Guests had reported whispers in the hallways, doors slamming shut on their own, and an unsettling presence on the 8th floor. As he arrived, the night clerk whispered, “Sir, that floor… it’s not on our system.”
Curiosity turned to dread as the three men found themselves lured toward the restricted floor. The elevator, unprompted, stopped at the 8th. The doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit corridor lined with doors—each numbered in faded brass. A single candle burned at the end of the hall. As they stepped out, the doors creaked open in unison.
A sudden gust blew out the candle, plunging them into darkness. And then, the whispers started.
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