As the progress bar hit 100%, his screen didn’t flicker. No pop-ups appeared. Instead, his speakers began to hum a low, distorted melody. It was an old Bollywood tune, but slowed down until it sounded like a funeral dirge.

He realized then that he wasn't just watching a movie; he was the lead actor in a horror film being broadcasted to whoever was on the other side of that MP4. And they weren't planning on hitting 'Stop' until he ran out of lyrics.

The movie didn't start with a production logo. It started with a live feed of Arjun’s own living room. On the screen, he saw himself sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor with a look of growing horror.

The hum in the speakers grew louder, demanding an answer. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He leaned into the mic, his voice trembling. "Kya... Kya hua tera vaada..."