Darkness never looked this good. Lust never felt this cursed.
🔥 Aanya Verma (21)
The girl the house never forgot. The woman fate wasn't ready for.
⟩ Ethereal beauty that makes silence seductive — dusky-fair skin with an afterglow that catches the light like a sin.
âź© Waist-length, black silk hair that moves like it remembers being touched.
⟩ Doe-shaped eyes that hide storms — golden brown, but almost amber when she's angry or aroused.
⟩ Petite yet sculpted — soft curves with a dancer's grace, but moves like she's always being watched.
âź© Has a voice soft enough to lull you, and sharp enough to curse you for life.
⟩ She doesn't just walk into a haunted house — she belongs in one.
⟩ Carries a trauma she hasn't named, and a hunger she doesn't understand… until him.
"She wasn't looking for love. She was looking for whatever came after it — obsession, ruin, possession."
đź–¤Veer Rathore (26)
• The forest officer who looks like sin and smells like rain-soaked danger.
⟩ 6'2", built like a damn fever dream — lean muscle, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, skin like warm bronze touched by dusk.
⟩ Eyes the color of midnight—black, emotionless at first glance… until they burn.
âź© A voice deep, velvety, with a growl hidden under his calm. The kind of voice that belongs behind you, breathing your name.
⟩ Veins visible in his forearms, fingers made to grip — and worship.
⟩ Wears black. Always. Even in the woods. Even when it's hot. Like he's in mourning… or hiding.
⟩ Scar just below his collarbone — a secret no one touches but him.
âź© Doesn't flirt. Doesn't explain. He stares, and your thoughts unravel.
âź© Keeps his distance. But when he touches you? The House moans.
"He never believed in ghosts. But the moment he met her — he realized he might be the haunting."
🥀 Ira Verma (Deceased Aunt)
The first woman the house fell in love with. The last one it let go.
⟩ Aanya's aunt — vanished for years before being declared dead.
âź© Known to speak to mirrors, kiss corners, and laugh when no one else did.
⟩ Left behind a bloodstained letter, and a room no one can enter… yet.
âź©The town says she went mad.
The House says she loved wrong.
🕯️ The withered house
• Not a structure. Not a place. A living, breathing seduction.
âź© Windows that blink. Doors that sigh. Mirrors that remember your deepest shame.
⟩ The walls are laced with whispers, most of them begging… some of them laughing.
⟩ Every time someone touches someone inside it — it listens.
⟩ Every time someone falls in love — it feeds.
The House doesn't trap souls. It awakens them.
"It doesn't want your blood. It wants your bond."
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Hey bold little shadow hearts đź–¤
Character sketch is not yet ended let me introduce you the heartbeat of the house's whisper .
They don't live. But they never really died either.
đź–¤The Whispering Girl
She knows your name before you say it. She speaks your truth before you admit it.
âź© Seen only in the attic reflection at midnight.
⟩ Age unknown. Appearance ever-changing — sometimes she looks like Aanya, other times… like someone Aanya could become.
âź© Pale skin like frostbite, long tangled hair that moves on its own, and a smile that splits too wide.
⟩ Her voice? A soft moan tangled in a secret. When she whispers — you listen, even if it means your ruin.
Only Aanya sees her… at first.
⟩ She warns, she watches, and sometimes, she weeps — but always for the same name.
May not be real. Or maybe she used to be.
"She doesn't want to hurt you. She wants you to remember what you did."
🪞 The Mirror Boy
He only exists in glass. And when you see him, it's already too late.
âź© First appeared in a fractured mirror in the hallway Aanya avoids.
⟩ Lean, beautiful, and unreal — like a memory sculpted in porcelain and shadow.
âź© His eyes are mismatched: one human, one cracked like broken glass.
âź© Speaks in riddles. Smirks like he knows your endings.
âź© Has a voice that echoes inside your own thoughts.
Calls Aanya by a name she doesn't recognize… yet.
âź© He can only come through if you speak to him first. That's the rule.
⟩ No one knows if he's a warning or a prophecy — or maybe just a promise in disguise.
"He doesn't follow you. He waits in your reflection… for you to follow him."
Soo bold little shadow hearts are you ready to drive into this amazing whispering house with these amazing characters
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