bhula dena mujhe (Make Me Forget)

office

The next day, Aanchal made her way to the office, still reeling from the strange events that had unfolded over the past few days.

Aanchal sat at her desk in the bustling law office, reviewing case files and preparing for a long day of legal work. She was a criminal defense lawyer, known for her sharp mind and unwavering commitment to defending her clients. But lately, her work had been taking a toll on her health, leaving her exhausted and drained.

As she sifted through the evidence in a high-profile case, her boss, Siddharth, walked into her cabin.

Siddarth, her boss, noticed her unease and asked gently, "Aanchal, are you alright now?"

With a strained smile, she nodded, trying to mask the lingering fear. "I’m okay, sir."

"Take care of your health," he added before she headed to her cabin.

She nodded, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that had clung to her since the events at the hospital. After he left, Aanchal went back to her case files, but her thoughts kept drifting back to that night—the shadow, the strange presence, and the horrifying feeling that something was following her.

She tried to focus, but as she walked out of her cabin, she felt a cold chill pass by her. She turned quickly, but there was no one in sight. Unease crept into her chest, making her heart race.

Trying to push the feeling aside, Aanchal went to the washroom to wash her face, hoping to shake off the anxiety. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, She splashed water on her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Relax, Aanchal," she whispered to herself, but when she looked again, her heart stopped.

Written in blood-red letters, the message on the mirror sent chills down her spine: "I will never go from you." She reached out, her fingers trembling as they touched the liquid—cold, sticky. It was unmistakably blood.

She screamed, her pulse racing as she quickly washed her hands and ran out of the washroom, her thoughts in chaos. In her panic, she collided with Siddarth, who caught her with a worried glance.

"Aanchal, what happened?" he asked, his concern palpable.

"Sir, sir, in the mirror... it was blood..." she stammered, still reeling from the sight.

Siddarth looked at her, confusion in his eyes. But before he could respond, Aanchal felt a sharp pain in her forehead. She gasped as blood began to trickle from her skin. She instinctively pressed her hand to the wound, but the voice from her dreams echoed in her mind, "Can I help you?"

Siddarth grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Aanchal, what happened?"

Her head spun, and before she could respond, her vision blurred. She collapsed into his arms.

Suddenly, Aanchal was no longer at the office but back in her college, walking with a friend when she heard a voice behind her. "Are you Suman Tiwari?" She turned, but the scene shifted again.

She woke up with a gasp, realizing she was back in her room. The cool, morning air touched her skin as she sat up in bed, her mind still reeling. Tanuja and the doctor were there, their voices distant as they checked on her.

"Aanchal, are you okay?" Tanuja asked, her worry evident.

"I'm fine," Aanchal muttered, though the doubt lingered in her mind.

The doctor advised her to take her medicine and rest, and soon, he left the room. Aanchal found herself alone with her thoughts, reflecting on the fragments of memories and emotions that felt more like a puzzle she couldn’t solve.

A memory surfaced from her childhood—her and her mother at the park. The warmth of her mother's voice as she spoke about the past. "This is my favorite place, Suman. I used to come here with my parents when I was your age."

Suman : is it?
Her mom : haan beta, in that time this place was filled with more trees and plants.
Suman : intresting .
As her mother continued, Suman noticed a child standing alone on the road, crying. Without thinking, she ran to the child, pulling them out of harm's way just as a truck sped toward them.

But in that moment, she was frozen, staring at the oncoming truck. Her mother’s scream, "Suman!" echoed in her ears as a strong hand pulled her back from the brink.

Aanchal blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of the memory. The line between reality and dream had blurred too much.
Tanuja’s voice calling from outside her room.

Tanuja: Aanchal, where are you going?

Aanchal quickly stood up and grabbed her handbag.

Aanchal: I’m just going to the medical shop.

Tanuja: Okay, take care.

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Later that evening, as Aanchal was walking back from the shop, she was accosted by a group of men. They tried to grab her bag, pulling it forcefully from her hands.

Aanchal (shouting): Give me my bag!

She managed to free it for a moment, but one of the men grabbed her arms, pulling her toward him. Just as he was about to strike her, another hand—strong and steady—grabbed the man’s neck and lifted him off the ground.

The man was thrown against a wall, his head bleeding as he fell to the ground. The other men, terrified, ran off into the night. Suddenly a shadow appeared In haze

Aanchal, heart racing, could only watch in disbelief. But when she looked at the ysterious man, she could see nothing but his silhouette. She stepped closer, but before she could reach him, a voice called her name.

"Aanchal!" Siddarth appeared, concern in his eyes. "What are you doing out here at this hour? Come with me."

Aanchal turned back, her breath catching in her throat—there was no one there. The figure had vanished.

She stared at the empty road, confusion and fear washing over her.

Siddarth, noticing her discomfort, took her arm gently. "Come on, Aanchal, let's get you home."

As they drove to her house, Aanchal couldn’t shake the sense that something—someone—was following her, something far beyond her understanding.

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