𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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"Evyaan."
I have never heard my name sound more like a curse.
Ishaana's voice cracked through the noise, fingers clutching my arm like she was falling through the floor—and then she did. Collapsed. Right on the stage, eyes unfocused, skin pale like paper, her trademark cap missing, scalp bare and vulnerable.
"Save... save Myra," she choked out, breath barely catching.
And then she fainted.
The crowd exploded in gasps, bodies moving too fast and too loud, immediately circling around us before I could even ask what the fuck she meant.
Save Myra? What did she mean save her?
My head snapped toward where Myra had been standing just moments ago.
Gone.
I pushed through the students, shoulder-checking people without thinking. Where the hell is she?
I spun back, asked the nearest girls. "Did you see the minister standing here?! Where did she go?!"
They blinked, confused. "We—we didn't notice. Our eyes were closed during the school pledge..."
Panic crashed through my bones.
Not the kind you recover from in a breath. The kind that claws its way into your spine and drips into your bloodstream like poison.
