Mohini

Intro Gagan, a college student from Bangalore, came to a remote Kerala village with ten friends for a peaceful trip. One night, a local told them the tale of Mohini—a beautiful dancer betrayed by her lover, who drowned herself wearing jasmine garlands. Her spirit, they said, still haunted the abandoned Thekkekottaram mansion. Most laughed it off. But Gagan felt strangely drawn to the place. That night, he dreamed of a woman in white by the river, calling his name. The next morning, jasmine petals were on his pillow. Over the following days, he saw her—glimpses in mirrors, shadows at the forest’s edge. His friends fell ill. The village grew quiet. At the old temple, Gagan discovered the truth: Mohini had loved a nobleman—his ancestor. She mistook Gagan for him, reborn. Her spirit lingered, bound by betrayal. On the final night, Gagan entered the mansion. There, Mohini appeared—ethereal and sorrowful. She whispered, “You left me… will you leave again?” Instead of fleeing, Gagan performed a ritual of release by the river. As the fire burned, her spirit dissolved into mist, her eyes soft with forgiveness. He returned home. All seemed well—until he noticed a single wet footprint in his room. The scent of jasmine filled the air. And in the silence, a whisper: “Some love stories never end.”