Raghav hesitates. Meera above, listening via a walkie-talkie, shouts: “Don’t agree! It’s a trick – if you stay, you become the new guard, and Nakul will be bound to the well forever anyway.”

Inside the box is a brittle parchment: “Ek jaaye, toh laaye. Do doobey, toh aaye. Teen teer, toh bhool jaaye.” (“If one goes, let them bring. If two drown, they return. If three arrows, then forget.”)

Raghav panics. He contacts Meera (35), a folklorist and estranged ex-wife who now lives in Shimla. Meera specializes in Himachali pret-katha (ghost lore). She recognizes the rhyme – it’s an ancient ritual from the Pabbar Valley, used by a lost tribe called the Aadhich who believed that every object of desire existed in the realm of Pishach-lok (vampire world). To get it, one must send a living “seeker” through a mirror-well. But the seeker must return with the object within three moonrises, or their soul becomes a guard of the well.

Meera agrees to help Raghav. They drive to Kasauli, find the abandoned Kothi Burari – a crumbling colonial mansion with a stone well in the backyard, covered in iron chains. The mirror box’s pattern matches the well’s carving. Meera explains: “The rhyme means – if one person goes into the well, they can bring the object back. If two people go in (to rescue the first), they both return but one will be a Pishach. If three arrows (meaning three attempts or three people) enter, everyone forgets they ever existed.”

Part 1 ends on a cliffhanger: The woman removes her veil – it’s their mother, who supposedly died 20 years ago. She smiles. “I was the first Bride. And you brought back my bangle. Now, choose: Raghav or Nakul?”

The Bride speaks: “One goes, one brings. He came for riches. But now he wishes to leave. Will you stay, elder brother? If yes, I give him the bangle. If no, both become mirrors.”

They tumble out into the garden as dawn breaks. The well seals itself with stone. Nakul coughs up black water and whispers, “It didn’t want the bangle. It wanted two brothers.” In his pocket, he finds the golden bangle anyway – but now it’s rusted and cold.