### **My Encounter With Black Magic — A True Story**
I had never believed in **black magic** — not even a little — until 2014. But an incident involving a close friend completely changed my perspective forever.
Back then, a friend of mine was dating a Bengali woman. They were both in their early twenties — he was a camera operator working with me, and she was a college student. We would often hang out together, and in jest, we even nicknamed her “**Tiger**” after the Bengal Tiger.
My friend was struggling financially, just like me. Yet the girl was deeply in love with him. I still remember once he mentioned that he wished he could afford a certain camera model. A few days later, she gifted him that exact camera. Gradually, their relationship deepened.
But something strange started happening. From the moment he got involved with her, his life completely turned around — almost as if touched by some unseen force. He began getting daily work, received a promotion, and within just one year he bought a **house and a car** back in 2012. It felt like she was some kind of **angel of fortune** in his life.
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### **The Downfall**
Fast forward three years. Their relationship began to strain. My friend had an affair with another woman, and fights became frequent. They lived together, so I was often called in to mediate. I still remember her saying one day,
“**Whatever you have today is because of me.**”
That remark angered him. He slapped her. She cried and left — never to return.
Within six months, everything collapsed. His ad agency lost projects. Employees threatened legal action over unpaid salaries. He was forced to sell his house and car to repay debts. He was completely **destroyed**.
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### **Mysterious Illness**
Another six months passed. He moved to Delhi, took up a job in an MNC, and even got engaged through an arranged match. But then strange health issues began.
One week it was severe chest pain. Hospitalized, then cured. Next week it was a crippling headache. Hospitalized, then cured. This cycle repeated week after week. Doctors found nothing wrong with him. Desperate, his family consulted priests. They went to **20–30 different pundits**, spending large sums, but nothing worked.
Finally, someone suggested an **Aghori**.
The Aghori visited and interrogated my friend about his life. My friend, out of fear, hid the story of the Bengali woman. But the Aghori sensed something was being concealed. Threatening him with dire consequences if he didn’t speak the truth, the Aghori compelled him to reveal everything.
That’s when the Aghori told the family:
“**He is under the effect of black magic. Everything he gained and lost was tied to it. He must have stepped on or consumed something cursed.**”
A few days later, my friend **died** of a heart attack at the age of 27.
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### **The Confrontation**
I went to console his devastated family. Months later, I decided to meet the woman myself. She lived in a dark, eerie house with her bedridden mother. She didn’t seem surprised or saddened by his death. She served me tea and biscuits.
But as I was about to leave, my eyes fell upon something chilling — **a puppet resembling my friend’s face with a needle pierced into its head**.
I ran out, switched off my phone, and vomited everything I had just eaten.
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### **The Aftermath**
I know many of you will laugh at this story. I, too, was a skeptic — an atheist even — who dismissed such things as superstition. But this incident shook me to the core.
Years later, while shooting a documentary on black magic in Bengal, I tried to find her again. Strangely, her neighbors claimed not to have seen her or her mother for a long time. Some even denied their existence.
Some things in this world defy explanation. And this was one of them.
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