WHISPERS OF DEATH : Ishvarashapa

*1899, Bengal. A divine curse, *Ishvarashapa, ravages Calcutta. Victims die with their sins carved into flesh and shattered mirrors as witnesses. The killer? A zealot claiming to be *God’s butcher*, sculpting corpses into scripture.



*Isarish, a detective drowning in his own guilt, tracks the madman to a surgeon’s heir warped by scripture and scalpels. But the deeper he digs, the clearer the curse’s truth: *it lives in the lies we tell ourselves.



Mirrors reflect more than faces—they show the rot within. As Isarish’s past claws back through nightmares of a boy named *Veer*, he realizes the curse isn’t divine. It’s human. And Calcutta’s darkest secrets are written in blood, glass, and the colonial rot festering beneath its streets.



---

"What if your reflection held every lie you’ve ever told—and God sent a madman to make you **read them aloud?"