vita_5
Two women.
Two ordinary lives.
Too many things that don't add up.
By day, Aarohia works behind a hotel reception desk-quiet, precise, easily overlooked.
By night, she barely sleeps.
Siyara spends her days in hospital corridors, calm hands and unreadable eyes.
She never talks about where she came from.
Neither of them do.
They share a past stitched together by silence, nightmares, and a place they never name.
A place they ran from-and never truly escaped.
As small fractures appear around them-broken friendships, jealous coworkers, strange patterns at work-truth begins to bend. People change. Trust cracks. And someone is always watching.
This is not a story about heroes.
It's about survivors who learned to disappear.
About manipulation that feels like care.
About secrets hidden so deep they feel like scars.
And when the past finally starts knocking,
it doesn't ask to be let in.
Some hunters don't chase.
They wait.
When the masks fall,
only the silent survive.