Background: Maya had been married to Vikram for 12 years. Their relationship, once filled with love and trust, had slowly deteriorated over time. She noticed his distant behavior, late nights at the office, and cold conversations at home. Maya’s suspicions were confirmed when she found out Vikram was having an affair with a younger woman. Heartbroken and desperate to save her marriage, Maya didn’t want to confront Vikram directly or turn to the courts. Instead, she sought out a more ancient, powerful solution—a curse.
Maya’s Story:
I sat in the corner of the dark room, a flickering candle illuminating my trembling hands. I had always been a rational woman, the kind who believed in logic and reason. But after months of watching my marriage crumble, and the man I loved slipping further away, I felt powerless. Vikram, my husband, had found another woman—someone younger, someone who made him feel alive in ways I no longer could. The love we once shared seemed like a distant memory, eroded by his lies and betrayal.
I tried talking to him, reasoning, pleading for us to go back to what we once were, but my words fell on deaf ears. He was entranced by her. I could see it in his eyes every time he returned home late, smelling of perfume that wasn’t mine. I wasn’t going to lose him. I couldn’t.
That’s when I remembered the stories from my childhood, the whispered tales my grandmother had told me about women who had used the power of curses to protect their homes, to bend fate when all hope seemed lost. At first, the idea seemed absurd, but desperation makes one reconsider things they never thought they would. I knew there were consequences—every curse comes with a price—but I didn’t care. I just wanted him back.
I sought out a woman known for her knowledge of the old ways, an expert in curses. She lived in a secluded part of the city, her house hidden behind thick trees and a wrought-iron gate that creaked as I stepped inside. The air inside her home was heavy with the scent of burning herbs and incense. She looked at me with knowing eyes, as if she already understood my plight.
“I can help you,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “But you must be sure. Once the curse is cast, it cannot be undone easily. The power you call upon will demand something in return.”
I nodded. I was ready. The woman explained that this curse would sever the emotional and romantic connection between Vikram and his mistress, driving them apart. It would implant seeds of doubt and resentment in his heart, making him see the truth—that this other woman was not the answer to his happiness. He would feel an overwhelming desire to return to the stability and love of his marriage.
The ritual was intense. I had to gather personal items from both Vikram and his mistress—things that tied them together: a shirt Vikram had worn while with her, and a small piece of jewelry she had given him. I handed these items to the woman, who instructed me to burn them over a flame while chanting words of ancient power. My voice shook as I recited the incantation, calling upon forces I didn’t fully understand.
As the flames consumed the items, I felt a strange energy in the room, like the very air was alive with tension. The woman instructed me to bury the ashes in the garden of our home, beneath a full moon, and warned me to be patient—the effects would not be immediate, but they would be undeniable.
For weeks, I waited, silently watching Vikram. At first, nothing seemed to change, but then, slowly, I noticed subtle shifts in his behavior. He seemed more agitated when he spoke of her, their stolen moments together no longer bringing him joy. He began coming home earlier, and though he didn’t speak of it, I could see the conflict brewing inside him. He avoided his phone when I was around, and I knew the curse was working.
One night, Vikram sat me down and confessed. He told me he couldn’t continue the affair—that it no longer felt right. He spoke of how his feelings for the other woman had changed, how everything that once seemed exciting now felt hollow and wrong. He apologized for hurting me, for straying from our marriage, and though I knew his confession was influenced by the curse, I felt a strange sense of victory. The woman was no longer part of our lives. The connection had been severed.
Conclusion: The curse worked exactly as intended. Vikram’s romantic attachment to the mistress dissolved, leaving him with no desire to continue the affair. Although Maya’s marriage still required work to rebuild trust, she had succeeded in eliminating the third party. The curse had brought Vikram back to his senses, and though the process was emotionally taxing, Maya was relieved to have her husband return to her.
However, the price of the curse lingered in the air. While it had achieved its purpose, Maya occasionally wondered what the backlash might be. The mistress had not disappeared from Vikram’s memories entirely, and the energy of the ritual had altered the fabric of their relationship forever.
