My Wife and Her Spiritual Husband
The night before our wedding, I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night to a moan.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. But when I looked next to me, my fiancée, Ananya, wasn’t in bed.
The sound was coming from the bathroom.
With a slight uneasiness in my heart, I slowly approached the door. It was half open.
And through the crack, I saw…

She was sitting on the toilet seat, her head tilted back, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes closed…and a moan was escaping from her lips.
But there was no one else there.
No phone, no toy. Just her…and her voice.

As soon as she saw me, she immediately composed herself, as if nothing had happened.
She didn’t say a word, just pressed the flush and walked straight past me into the room.

I stood there…stunned.
This was the same girl who had told me to practice celibacy before marriage.

We bathed together, slept together, but he never tried to get close.

And now… the night before our wedding… all this?

In the morning, he suddenly said:

“I want my own private room after the wedding.”

I was shocked.

“What? We’re getting married today, so why would we live in separate rooms?”

His face hardened.

“If you can’t listen to me, then maybe this marriage shouldn’t happen.”

I somehow convinced him, and the wedding took place.

That night, I went to her room—but the door was locked.

I knocked softly.

No response.

I waited for a long time… then, exhausted, returned to my room.

When she came out, I was shocked.

There were blue marks on her hands, feet, and face.

“Ananya! What happened to you?”

She smiled and said:

“Oh, I fell yesterday while taking off my shoes.”

But when she bent down, I saw deep red stick-like marks on her back—as if someone had hit her with a whip.

That night, when I tried to approach, she turned her face away.

“I’m not in the mood. See you some other time…”

And left the room.
I was now filled with questions.

One morning, I went to her room to surprise her.

There were moans and cries coming from inside.

But this crying was different—like pain and pleasure all at once.

I knocked gently on the door.

No answer.

Knocked again. Silence.

I returned… but the uneasiness persisted.

I went back a while later—this time the door was open.

She was lying on the floor. Her eyes were open… but as if in another world.

I sat next to her and shook her.

“Ananya! What happened?”

Her eyes were looking at someone behind me—filled with fear.
Finally, she muttered:

“I wasn’t crying… I was watching a movie on my phone.”

The lie was obvious.

That evening, I saw something strange in the mirror.

A white shadow passed behind me.

I turned around—no one.

I looked in the mirror again—nothing.

Just then, Ananya came in and said with a smile:

“We’ll sleep together tonight.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. But that night, she lit red candles in the room, arranged in a circle, and began muttering something like a mantra.

When I asked, she laughed and said:

“Oh, Baba, I’m just setting the mood.”

But my heart said—this wasn’t some ordinary preparation…this was a ritual.

When we drew closer… suddenly, a cold breeze filled the room.

My body went numb.

I had no desire left in me.

Our first night…was a failure.

For months afterward, I was completely incapacitated.

The doctors said everything was normal—but the truth was, I was… broken.

One morning, I looked in the mirror—a strange writing was engraved on my chest.

Neither Hindi nor Sanskrit—some ancient script.

I tried to wash it off—but it wouldn’t erase it.

Ananya said, trembling:

“I wrote it… while sleeping.”

But I knew—this wasn’t human.

One day, she gave me juice.

As soon as I drank it, my body went numb—and I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her standing alone… talking to someone.

But there was no one else in the room.

I went to the mirror—the writing was gone.

But at that very moment, I felt the urge to urinate.

When I looked down—my urine was blood-red.

I fainted.

When I regained consciousness, I saw red candles burning in the room.

I opened her private room.

She was standing in front of the mirror, caressing her stomach as if pregnant, and saying:

“Now we’re going to be a family… my love.”

I froze.
We’d never had sex.
So whose child was this?
I picked up the camera and started recording.

In the mirror, I saw—a giant man standing behind her.
Horns on his head.
He was caressing her stomach.

To the naked eye—just Ananya.

But on camera—that monstrous man was clearly visible.

That very night…we had sex for the first time.

But when it was all over, I saw—that horned man was also with her.

As if we were both inside her at the same time.

From then on, I started seeing shadows everywhere.

At home, at work… even in my dreams.

One day, while driving, I looked in the rearview mirror—that horned man was sitting in the back seat, angrily reaching out towards me.

I screamed and turned the car around—and slammed into the river.
And then… I woke up.

Drenched in sweat.

“Was this a dream?”

But then… I heard the same moan from the bathroom again.

Ananya… alone.

Was this all a dream?

Or… was God warning me?

Now the question is…
Should I really go through with this marriage—
or will this be the biggest mistake of my life?