There was a mirror unlike any other in a dim, musty antique store. It was an ancient, worn-out object with an ornate wooden frame decorated with odd symbols. It was impossible to properly see one's reflection in the mirror due to the cloudiness of the glass. The strange thing about the mirror was how it seemed to emit a malevolent energy that sent shivers down the spines of everyone who dared to approach it.

The merchant, an elderly man with a glint in his eye, stated that a strong sorcerer had owned the mirror once and used it to look into people's souls. He said that the mirror could reveal the deepest aspirations and anxieties of anyone who glanced into it. The catch here was that the sight would also permanently alter the person.

The mirror had been sitting in the shop's corner unattended for years. That is until a young man named Ranveer came across the antique store one day. He was drawn to the mirror and walked towards it to look at the glass, ignoring the shopkeeper's advice as he could not resist the urge.

Ranveer initially didn't see anything, but as he peered more into the glass, he saw odd and scary things. He had glimpses of his deepest desires, darkest secrets, and fears. A world he could never have imagined was revealed to him in the mirror, a world that was both terrifying and beautiful.

Ranveer felt himself sinking further and further into the mirror's hold as he stared into the glass. He could feel the mirror digging into his soul and looking for the aspects he kept concealed, even from himself, as the images grew clearer and more realistic.

Ranveer's pulse was pounding as he lurched away from the mirror. He felt himself slipping out of control. However, even as he turned aside, he was drawn back toward the glass. It was tightening its grip on him.

Then Ranveer heard the voice, which appeared to be emanating from the mirror itself. The gentle, enticing whispers tempted him to turn back to the glass and look deeper into its soul.

Ranveer tried to fight it, but the voice was too strong and seductive. When he turned to look at himself in the mirror once more, he was engulfed by his inner darkness.

As time passed, the mirror stayed in the antique shop, its ominous atmosphere growing more potent with each passing day. Ranveer was never seen or heard from again.

But then, one day, Stuti, a young woman, stumbled into the antique store. Just like Ranveer, she was drawn to the mirror and tempted to look into its glass. Moving closer to the mirror, she heard a voice alerting her to the dangers inside.

Though Stuti hesitated, she was powerless against the allure of the mirror. She moved closer to look through its glass, and as she did so, she saw a new world—a world that was both stunning and terrifying—that lay beyond.

But unlike Ranveer, Stuti was not engulfed by the shadows hidden in the mirror. She held her ground and broke from the mirror's hold. As she was turning to leave the antique store, she noticed the shopkeeper, a senile old man, who gave her a knowing smile.

He remarked, "You are a powerful one, youngster. Few people are strong enough to resist the call of the mirror."

Hearing this made Stuti nervous, and she turned to face the mirror. What was that object? It, according to the store owner, was her.

He explained, "It reflects your soul and reveals our innermost aspirations and phobias, as well as the aspects of ourselves that we work to conceal. It can also overtake us entirely at times."

Stuti was amazed that she could withstand the call of the mirror and pondered over what the shopkeeper had said. "What will happen to it now?" she questioned.

The store owner grinned. It will wait and call out to anyone foolish or brave enough to look through its glass.

The mirror continued to be in the antique store, a mystery and a warning to anyone who ventured to approach it.

The strange and scary world beyond the mirror's glass was all Stuti could think about as she walked out of the antique store. She had felt the mirror connect with her soul and knew she would never be the same again.

Two years passed, and Stuti had forgotten about the mirror until she again came upon it, this time in a different antique store. She recalled the strange, otherworldly sensation from before, and a shudder ran down her spine.

She was a little more self-assured and had a better hold on herself now, so she decided to gaze in the mirror again.

But the reflection was different this time. Stuti saw a warped, twisted version of herself that was angry and hateful. The mirror appeared to be reaching out of the glass and attempting to draw her in.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she exhaled and stepped back. She understood that the mirror reflected all the negative feelings of her past and soul.

When she turned to leave, the door had vanished, trapping her inside the mirror-filled room. Her reflection kept bending and squirming, reaching out to her as if it were alive and attempting to take possession of her.

No one responded to her cries for assistance. With the reflection creeping on her and its sinister form almost upon her, she felt stuck.

Then she woke up. She reassured herself that it was only a dream. However, as she examined the mirror in her room, she noticed a tiny fissure in the glass, as if the reflection were attempting to leave.

The mirror plagued Stuti since that day. Everywhere she walked, she noticed it following her and waiting for the chance to possess her.

She had the impression that the mirror was alive and somehow related to her. She tried to ignore it, but it persisted and eventually became intolerable.

She returned to the mirror and the antique store. She could still see her image when she looked into the glass, but it was no longer distorted and discoloured. She experienced a sense of tranquillity because it was only her.

She was then abruptly drawn into the mirror and vanished, her soul's reflection taking her place.

Stuti was never seen again, but rumours have it that the mirror is still hanging in the antique store, waiting for the next daring or dumb person to look into its glass. And they claim that if you pay close attention, you can hear her cry resonating from the reflection's depths, a shudder of the soul bound to perdition.