Dark Harvest
A former spy gets entrapped into the dark world of a man who has defied the cycle of time and death, bearing sinister abilities. A former spy turned salesman while on his sales trip to a rural area in Uttar Pradesh gets entangled in a web of dimensional conspiracy when he decides to take shelter in a cottage of a mysterious Man. His race to death begins when he finds himself transported to the British India and slated to be hanged. The reality seemed distant from him as his world changed in a matter of seconds and now, he must use his spy instincts to save himself and return to the world he belonged. —Kahanikaar Sudhanshu Rai Ramnath an intelligence officer has killed several criminals and starts getting hallucination's of their spirits. He travels to a village for work purpose where he is dropped midway in a deserted place and asked to continue his journey further as vehicle cant go at his destination.While looking for a place to spend the night he sees a bonfire where he meets a person playing musical instrument who guides him further for his journey .But Ramnath notices a spirit and returns to the men who decides to shelter him in his cottage for the night, Ramnath starts to settle in the cottage and notices that things are fishy with wired paintings.Ramnath suddenly disappears after sitting on a chair which takes him to British era where he is going to be hanged and he notices the same person who helped him and tries to get hold him.The next moment he reaches in present time and sees himself lying in fields and tries to inquire about the person he met last night where people run away after hearing about the person. A villager decides to help him and takes him to a spiritual women who tells Ramnath that the person name is Pisach a smart revolutionary in British era but turned his way to black magic and suddenly disappeared and then after whoever met him didn't survive.The spiritual women also tells Ramnath that he has only forty eight hours to save himself as slowly Pisach will try to take control on his body. —alex.mjacko@gmail.com
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