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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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In the depths of night, where shadows creep, In dreams, where secrets lie buried deep. Haunted by visions, memories old, In the labyrinth of fear, our hearts grow cold. — A nightmare's grip, relentless, tight, A dance with demons in the dead of night. Accusations echo, voices shrill, In the silence, they haunt, they chill.
See the end of the Chapter for the notes. ⚠️ WARNING: Slight mention of Su¡c¡de.
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"I almost saw the angel of death. I swear, I'm never setting foot on the Star Flyer again." Aaina said, clutching her stomach, legs still trembling, and her once vibrant complexion now a ghostly shade.
Shafaq couldn't resist a sly jab, her tone laced with a hint of mischief. "You were practically clinging to the safety bar for dear life! And your face? I thought you were auditioning for a role in a horror movie."
As they stepped into the house, a tantalising aroma enveloped them—the unmistakable scent of their mother's Biryani, a Pakistani delicacy.
"Bariyaaaani!" they chorused in unison, flinging their belongings onto the sofa before dashing through the living room and into the kitchen.
Their mother, observing their exuberant entrance, couldn't help but smile. "Don't touch, it's not ready yet. Go wash up," she instructed.
In a flash, they exchanged glances and sprinted toward the bathroom. Iqra managed to slip inside first, swiftly closing the door behind her. "Hah! I won!" her triumphant voice echoed from within.
In their old home, the bathroom light switch was inconveniently located outside. Aaina, seizing an opportunity for mischief, flicked off the light and dashed upstairs with a mischievous grin. Meanwhile, Shafaq, engrossed in her phone outside the bathroom door, remained oblivious to her sister's antics.
A blood-curdling scream pierced the air, jolting Shafaq from her reverie. "Muuuum!" Iqra's high-pitched cry sent shivers down her spine.
"Why don't you yell louder so the whole neighbourhood can hear you," their mother hollered from the kitchen.
"I swear it wasn't me," Shafaq defended herself as she watched her mother emerge, brandishing a ladle like a determined warrior.
"Turn the light on," her mother commanded, glaring at her. With a nervous twitch, Shafaq fumbled to comply.
"Easy, easy, Ammi Huzoor (3). Look, it's on," she stammered, her hand moving of its own accord.
Her mother shot her one last glare before returning to the kitchen, muttering, "Itani bari ho ghi hai, par aqal abhi bhi nahi aayi, agle ghar jao ghi tab kya bane ga tum logon ka." (4) Shafaq shot Aaina a warning glance as they both knew that this lecture would stretch on for hours.
