Abram's world has collapsed. Once a proud man with big plans, he is left with nothing after his business partners cheat him. His money is gone, his name is ruined, and the weight of shame crushes him. He is desperate-angry, hopeless, and ready to try anything to take his life back.One night he wanders near the cremation ground, where the smell of ash and smoke hangs heavy. There he meets a strange Aghori, half-mad, half-prophet, who whispers about an ancient power: the Karna Pishachini. A demoness. A spirit both beautiful and horrifying. She promises wealth, revenge, and everything Abram has lost-if he dares call her.Blinded by rage and need, Abram performs the ritual. The Pishachini comes. She is no dream. She is hunger wrapped in a woman's shape-seductive, rotting, and merciless. At first she gives him what he craves. His debts vanish, money pours in, people bow to him again. But the price is steep. Food tastes of ash, water tastes of blood, and every night he wakes to her whispers.The demoness does not stop with him. Meera, the woman he loves, begins to waste away, coughing up strands of black hair in the mornings. His parents wake screaming, claiming to see a shadowy woman at the foot of their bed. Servants flee, unwilling to stay in a house that feels cursed.What Abram thought was power is really a slow ruin. Every step forward costs him his family, his peace, his sanity. And still he cannot let go of her. The Pishachini feeds on his devotion, binding him tighter, until he no longer knows where she ends and he begins.This is a story of a man who tried to summon revenge, but instead invited in something much worse-a nightmare that will never let him go.