Days turned into weeks, and the strange occurrences only increased. Aanya started feeling like she was being followed again—footsteps behind her on the street, unfamiliar faces in the crowd that seemed too interested in her.
She tried to focus on her work, to block out the paranoia, but the tension became unbearable. One evening, after a particularly unsettling day, she returned home and found an envelope slipped under her door.
Her name was written on it in neat handwriting.
With trembling hands, Aanya opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper, with only three words:
"I'm still here."
Her blood ran cold. She sank onto her couch, staring at the note. Rohan—he had to be behind this. But how had he found her again? She had been so careful to cut him out, to avoid the places they used to meet.
She dialed Raj's number, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Raj, he's back," she said the moment he picked up. "Rohan left me a note."
Raj's tone was sharp. "Stay inside, Aanya. I'm coming over."
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The Ideal Stranger
Любовные романыIn a bustling city where anonymity reigns, Aanya seeks solace from a past filled with heartache. When she encounters Rohan, a mysterious stranger who seems to know her better than anyone, her world is turned upside down. As they unravel the secrets...
