Video - Echoes of Betrayal: A Nightmare of Deceit

The wind howled like mournful ghosts as Ritik tossed in his sleep, his dreams a murky swirl of shadow and guilt. In those dreams, he wandered through an endless, decrepit mansion, its walls lined with portraits of friends, their eyes hollow with betrayal. "Forgive me," Ritik pleaded to the haunting images, his voice echoing down the ornate, dust-choked corridors. His once wealthy facade had crumbled, revealing the pauper beneath, a man who hoarded his millions while his friends struggled. In his nightmare, the floorboards groaned with each step, as if the house itself condemned him. A chilling whisper trailed him, growing louder with each desperate plea for forgiveness. "Liar... Pretender... Thief..." Ritik found himself in a vast, dimly-lit room, the air thick with the stench of decay. In the center, a grand mirror stood, its surface cloudy. He approached, heart pounding, and the mirror cleared suddenly, revealing not his own reflection but the faces of those he had deceived, their expressions twisted in pain and anger. With a gasp, Ritik reached out, but the glass was ice cold, burning his fingers, pulling him closer. The faces morphed, their mouths opening wide in silent screams, and the mirror shattered, the shards slicing through the air, towards him, as the room spun into darkness. Ritik awoke with a start, alone, his opulent room feeling more like a prison than ever, the weight of his deceit heavier than any gold. The horror of his dreams lingered, a stark warning etched into his soul.