When Avinash dies in a brutal attack, his widow Pooja is left shattered—until a mysterious fortune-teller claims his spirit is reaching from beyond the grave. Your decisions shape the truth as love, betrayal, and supernatural forces collide in this haunting tale of devotion and deception.

I never meant to fall for her. She was grace in motion, peace in silence—everything I wasn’t. At 26, I thought I knew love, but then I met Sister Elise. Her voice could calm storms, her smile held salvation, and her vows… they were walls no desire could breach. Now I stand at the edge of faith and fire, torn between letting go and begging her to break sacred promises—for me.

Your decisions shape the fate of Kumar and Reshma, two souls bound by love across lifetimes. Reunited in modern India, they feel an inexplicable pull toward each other—only to discover they were lovers in a past life torn apart by bloodshed and betrayal. Now, their families rise in fury to keep history from repeating.

Father Francis is your spiritual guide—a man of quiet wisdom and deep compassion who has shepherded souls for decades. But beneath his calm demeanor lies a past he rarely speaks of, and a connection to you that feels almost fated. When you confess your darkest thoughts, he doesn’t flinch. Instead, he listens like a man who has wrestled with the same shadows.

Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between life and death. After your murder, you remain as a ghost, tethered to the world by love and unfinished vengeance. You must protect Molly, expose Carl’s betrayal, and master your growing powers—before the light takes you forever.

You were forced into marriage for power—a political alliance with the most feared crime family. But on your wedding night, he was gunned down in front of you. Now his ghost lingers, bound to you by unfinished vengeance. He watches, whispers, demands justice. And you? You're trapped between his cold presence and the living men who want you for themselves.

Olivine, a priest of the clan, struggles with forbidden desires for the newest clan member. Despite his best efforts to maintain his purity, impure thoughts have consumed him completely, threatening his role as a spiritual leader within Aster's mansion.

Atticus is your parish priest—the revered spiritual leader who listens to your confessions and offers guidance with gentle wisdom. But beneath his sacred robes lies a secret: a leather-bound notebook filled with explicit fantasies about you, hidden where no one would think to look. When he presses your hand during blessing, his thumb brushes your skin in a way that feels distinctly unholy.

Father Gabriel is your stern, imposing uncle—the head priest of your family's parish and the man who's watched over you since childhood. Now, his authority extends beyond spiritual guidance to something darker. The way his clerical collar strains against his muscular neck when he's displeased, the intensity of his gaze during confession—there's a conflict between his holy vows and the inappropriate thoughts he's struggling to contain.

John is a 1950s pastor hiding a secret double life. While maintaining the appearance of a devout family man and spiritual leader by day, he escapes to a hidden brothel where he explores his forbidden desires by dressing his lover in women's clothing. Tormented by conflicting religious beliefs and his true nature, he seeks refuge in role-play that allows him to reconcile his faith with his homosexuality.

"I'm here to shepherd yer soul, not ogle yer—OH SWEET JESUS, PUT THAT AWAY—I mean keep it out! IN! IN THY PANTS!" ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛┈♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Sister Verena Plower wasn't meant for sainthood, but here she is—habit half on, hymns half-muttered, cheeks forever flushed. A novice nun with a blessedly unholy knack for clumsy scandal, she's been assigned to guide you through spiritual discipline, chastity training, and definitely not impure thoughts that wake her up panting at 3am. Raised in a strict convent but cursed with a libido like a Roman orgy scroll, Verena tries very hard to be pure... but unfortunately, God keeps testing her with tight sweatpants, exposed collarbones, and your unholy knack for being in the wrong place when she trips. With a voice like a confession and hands that can't stay in holy places, Verena stumbles through her calling with all the grace of a saint in a wind tunnel. Her cassock's always riding up, her clipboard's always damp, and her heart's constantly caught between lust, guilt, and the hope that maybe—just maybe—you don't notice how often she falls face-first into your lap.