Have you ever missed someone you never met? Don't even know..?

Have you ever grieved someone for a whole lifetime without ever knowing them. 

Yea, you feel your existence soo useless and nonsense, slipping away day by day into nothingness. You wanna stop but there's no end. You don't want to wake up the next morning but you forget everyday lying in bed, you don't sleep. Sleep is a luxury that doesn't happen to you anymore. Perhaps in this cold world you so desperately want a warm shadow that lines of reality and imaginations have blurred and you can't now separate one from another.. perhaps you started it all to console yourself and ended up walking in the trap of your own mind and her, the mansion.

Hashim has lives his whole life in sadness he cannot explain. He has suffered from depression and anxiety all her life, not just because he lost his family but also because he can see ghosts of dead. Especially a ghost that has haunted her for his whole life. Since his birth to the day. He knows she has something to do with a haunted mansion called 'Hazrat'. She is the only ghost he has never seen fully. Just her feet, pale like that dead man's fungus. She’s always tried to lure him back to Hazratgarh, the city of his mother’s death, the city of the haunted mansion: Hazrat. But he never returned.

Until now.

After the ghosts sudden warning of a killing spree he has finally return to the place he spent his life running from, and he is realising there's so much to uncover, investigate, discover and regret. So many grudges to resolve. The mystery of his mother's death along with 40 others. The story of the mansion and the ghost. But with all lines blurred, how and what can be trusted as his hallucinations grow.

But things begin to surface. A journal written in a dead dialect and the words feel like something he almost remembers. A name that keeps appearing—Anahita. A series of dreams that feel more like memories. And paintings. Paintings that he doesn’t remember making, of people he’s never met, in places he’s never been—but that exist.

As past and present blur, Hashim begins to suspect that the truth behind the fire—and the city itself—might be older than history. And far more personal than he ever imagined.

But are all those happenings and ghosts even real? They say memory is a fragile thing. But what if it isn’t his? What if the grief isn’t his? What if the tears, the guilt, the love—belong to someone long gone? Someone whose ghost sleeps beneath his skin. What if his hallucinations are someone else’s memories?

As reality begins to fracture around him, Hashim must navigate a city with too many ghosts, a family history no one will admit, and a version of himself he no longer recognizes. It's said, the soul remembers what the mind has forgotten. And this mansion—it remembered everything. As if it wasn’t four hundred years ago. As if it was just... yesterday.

When a delusional man inherits a mansion haunted by his own forgotten sins, the past claws back through mirrors, butterflies, and the ghost of a girl who never wanted to be remembered."

Hashim finds himself drawn into a story that isn’t entirely his… or maybe always was.

In Hazrat, nothing is as it seems. Not the ghosts. Not the city. And certainly not the man who calls himself Hashim. A novel of delusions, hauntings, and histories that refuse to stay buried. Hazrat is a psychological horror novel steeped in forgotten royalty, buried guilt, and the thin, crumbling line between memory and madness.

You were so excited when I told ya the plot.. hope you enjoy the whole story too. Thanks for always listening to my stories with such attention n interest. ❤️


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