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Full Blurb in Chapter- "Aesthetics & Blurb"
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Pratishtha:
"I love you, but how do I show you the scars from a past I've tried so hard to forget?"
Pratishtha i...
🎶Dekha tenu pehli- pehli baar mein Hone laga dil beqaraar ve Rabba mainu ki hogaya Dil janiye Haye mainu ki hogaya 🎶
(AN 2:- Please do not judge the book based on the first 3 to 4 chapters. It was my first time and I didn't know the correct way of writing.)
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'Kya maal hai bhai, moti rakam milegi iski toh'
'W-who are you?'
'Where am I?'
'Kon ho tum log?'
'Aree, jaaneman, darti kyun ho, we'll enjoy a lot.'
'Please, please leave me, maine aapka kya bigaada hai?'
'But you said you'll help me.'
'....... I won't........'
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'
"NO!"
I woke up with a jolt, like something had yanked me out of sleep. My body was covered in sweat, my heart thudding hard—but everything else felt... dull. Like I was here, but not really.
My hand reached for my phone without thinking. The screen lit up. 2:00 AM.
Again. Always the same.
I stared at the numbers for a few seconds before putting it back. My fingers felt cold. My chest felt tight. The nightmare still clung to me, pieces of it flickering at the edge of my mind. I didn't want to remember, but I didn't need to. I already knew how it ended.
I looked around the room. Nothing had changed. Same walls. Same shelves. Same shadows. But something still felt wrong, like the air itself was off. Too still. Too heavy. Like it was holding its breath, waiting.
"You're fine," I said, barely a whisper. "You're okay."
But I wasn't sure if I believed it anymore.
I pulled my blanket up, curled in on myself. It was almost automatic now—like my body knew the drill. This was how the night went. The panic. The cold. The silence that wasn't really silent.
I tried to breathe slow. In. Out. In. Out. But the fear didn't move. It just sat there, heavy in my chest, like a weight I couldn't shake. My throat was dry. My skin prickled like something unseen had brushed past me. I hated this. I hated how real it always felt.
