A blood-curdling experience narrated by a member when the search team goes to find a missing family member. The key to finding the missing person is to find the Treasure, and the chances to find the treasure are almost, slim!

SYNOPSIS:

"I will come, but mind well, we're not likely to come back!" cautioned Himmat, when Zunzaar requested him to escort the search team in finding his missing brother.

Treasure Hunt in the Death Hollow is a two-year-long story narrated by Himmat about how the journey continues through mysterious places: Death Hollow, Chaand Mountains, Red-Rock Wall, Three Statues, Valley of Death - the dominion of Stone God. With grave places such as these, does the story stand any chance of having a happy ending? While the search party comes across many challenges: savage animal attacks, supernatural powers, cunning witches, and their witch-hunting games, the real question is, will the members succeed in their mission? The exploration takes the reader on their own journey, unfolding many secrets at every progression. The spine-chilling, first-hand experience keeps the suspense levels high right until the very end.

A little piece of conversation between the characters at the beginning of the story will give idea about the visuals of the movie/web series.

“I will come with you Zunzaar but remember it’s risky.

Chances are we may kiss goodbye to our lives rather than

saying hello to the treasure. I am saying treasure because to

find Maanaji, the key is to get to the treasure first. If we find it,

chances are we will find your brother, too!” said Himmat.

“I got it! I also promise that if we find Maanaji and if we are

close to the treasure, I will come to help you,” said Zunzaar.

“Can you tell me more?”

“It’s a long, treacherous journey. First, we need to go to

a small village called Hirapur. The summits of the Chaand

Mountains are visible from the outskirts of Hirapur. Then, we

need to cross a deadly jungle stretched over one hundred miles,”

said Himmat.

“Okay, I heard we need to cross even a desert. Is that true?”

asked Zunzaar.

“You are correct, my friend! Our fortitudes will be tested

when we walk in the burning sun crossing that desert, it has been

stretched over one hundred and fifty miles. We will have burning

sand under our feet, scorching sun over our heads, and violent

gusts at speeds greater than three-hundred-kilometres per

hour to stop us. People call it Sirocco, a hot desert wind. And,

during our journey, our only hope is to find a sand well, the Well

of Adulterated Water in the desert’s heart, which could only

keep us alive… I take the liberty to say, it’s like finding a needle

in a haystack. And if we don’t find the Adulterated Water

Well, be prepared to welcome the attack of desert vultures,

who will fly over our heads until we collapse. The creatures will

feast themselves later on our rotten corpses and carrion,” said

Himmat

The guests understood the man was kidding no more.

“I see,” said Zunzaar.

“And if we are lucky enough to cross the desert, we have to

descend deep into the Skull-Valley, also known as the Valley

of Death. The valley is known for its awfully sharp slopes, tight

turns, and savage animals. One misstep on the narrow path can

lead us into a deadly valley which is deeper than the abyss. The

natives rightly call it unfathomable!” said Himmat.

He paused to know the reactions of his guests.

“Go on, I am all ears!” said Zunzaar.

More Himmat tried to tell him how insurmountable the

journey was, more Zunzaar seemed keen to hear the story.

The changing expressions on his face said, he was dogged

determined to know everything necessary that he should know

before undertaking the excursion.

“After descending into the Skull-Valley, ruthless cannibals

will come to welcome us with their lethal weapons. They would

love to put our heads to swords and sacrifice us to their God!

You never know, which stone, which tree, which place they have

their God living in. They are scarier than death itself: deadly,

wild and merciless! It would be wise if we know the challenges

beforehand that we will encounter on this mission.”

“Anything else I should know?” asked Zunzaar.

“Among them is a four-hundred-year-old witch. She knows

the exact place where the treasure is hidden. I can lead only up

to the Red-Wall. However, without her help, we won’t be able to

find any treasure or Maanaji, if he’s trapped inside, I am sorry, if

alive,” said Himmat.

“Thanks for putting it bluntly. Anything else?” asked

Zunzaar.

“And the wicked witch has been a mentor to every king of

the tribe for centuries,” told Himmat. “Truth is, the witch will

embrace death than helping us out!”

The visitors felt that Himmat knew much more. With his

body language, he seemed to share his own experience.

“And what’s the story about the map, how did you get it,

Himmat?” asked Hambeer.

“Long ago, a man named Kaalicharan successfully reached

the treasure but returned empty-handed, for the witch betrayed

him. He died within a week. His servant found him dead in a cave,”

said Himmat. “Before dying, Kaalicharan drew a map and wrote

some notes on a piece of cloth, I mean, on his shirt inked with his

own blood, using his own leg bone!” told Himmat. “Seven years

ago, I met Kaalimukh, the descendant of Kaalicharan. When I

met him, he told me he was going to find the treasure again!”