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When Aisha, a young journalist, moves into an old mansion to investigate a series of mysterious disappearances, she discovers that the house holds a dark secret. The ghosts of forgotten lovers haunt its walls, trapped in an endless cycle of betrayal and heartbreak. As Aisha digs deeper, she realizes she is more connected to the mansion’s history than she ever imagined.

One ghost, Malik, appears to her in dreams, revealing the tragic love story between him and a woman named Zainab—a romance torn apart by greed, envy, and a deadly curse. As Aisha unravels the truth, she finds herself falling for Malik, even as sinister forces try to keep them apart.

With time running out, Aisha must uncover the truth, break the curse, and decide if love can truly transcend death—or if she is doomed to become another forgotten whisper in the mansion’s walls.

Whisper of the forgotten "The Curse of Idris: Aisha's Journey".

Aisha had always known the mansion on the hill was more than just a house. It was a prison—a place where the past had festered and where her nightmares were born. But she had never imagined that one day, it would call her back.

The mansion had stood abandoned for years. Overgrown ivy clung to the stone walls, the windows were dark, and the doors had long since been shut to the world. The rumors had always surrounded it—whispers of a curse that kept anyone from ever staying there for long. People said it was haunted, that it was the home of restless spirits who never found peace. Aisha had always dismissed it as superstition. Until now.

The day her parents died, everything had changed. The grief and confusion were overwhelming. She had tried to move on, tried to forget the house on the hill, but its shadow lingered over her life like a constant, nagging presence. She couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, the mansion was connected to their deaths.

When the letter came, inviting her to return, Aisha had hesitated. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the words felt like they had been meant for her all along.

"Come home," the letter read. "The truth lies within."

Now, standing in front of the mansion's rusted gates, Aisha felt the weight of those words pressing down on her. She wasn't sure what awaited her inside, but something told her she had to face it.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she pushed the gate open. The mansion loomed in front of her, its dark windows watching her approach. It was as if the house knew she was coming.

As she stepped inside, the door creaked behind her, se

"The Curse of Idris: Aisha’s Journey."