The rain had been pouring for hours that night, drowning the silence of the small hill-town. The streets were except for one girl who was still walking alone with her umbrella, her eyes searching for a shortcut back home. Meera Roy had stayed late at the library, buried in her books, and now the storm forced her to take an unknown road.Lightning cracked the sky, and in that flash she saw him.A lone figure stood at the far end of the street, leaning against an old lamp post. His face was partly hidden in shadow, but his eyes… they ...Read More

The mansion was silent now, except for the steady drip of rainwater from the broken roof. Meera’s fingers were intertwined with Aarav’s, but her pulse raced as she stared at the painting that mirrored her own face. The resemblance was uncanny, chilling her to the bone.“You… you said I’ve been here before,” Meera whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind rattling the broken windows.Aarav didn’t answer immediately. He led her deeper into the mansion, down a corridor lined with more portraits. All of them seemed to watch her, some with sorrow, some with anger, and some with expressions ...Read More

The Old Mansion---The storm had not ceased. Outside, thunder rolled like an angry beast, but inside the mansion, silence its own voice—heavier, darker, and far more terrifying.Meera stood in front of the tall mirror where the ghostly reflection of another her had appeared. The face was gone now, leaving only her trembling reflection staring back at her. But the memory of those sorrowful eyes still burned in her chest.She turned toward Aarav. “What is happening to me? Who was she? Why do I feel like… I know her?”Aarav didn’t answer immediately. His gaze drifted toward the old furniture covered ...Read More