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There is nothing more terrifying than realizing the person you live with is a ghost of your own making.
In a glass-and-steel high-rise overlooking a city that never stops rebuilding itself, Ananya finally gets the life she always wanted: an elegant apartment, a stable career, and a charming fiancé who makes her feel safe. Everything is perfect. Almost.
Because the apartment directly across the hall has never been lived in. No lights. No furniture. No name on the door.
As days blur into nights, Ananya begins to notice things that shouldn't be happening--keys moving on their own, whispers behind closed doors, furniture shifting by inches. Then come the notes. Anonymous. Intimate. Impossible. Someone knows conversations that were never meant to be heard. Someone is watching. And the empty apartment feels less like a vacancy and more like a waiting room.
When Ananya finally steps across the hall in search of the truth, she doesn't find a stranger.
She finds herself.
And once the mind begins to remember, it does not stop unraveling.
In a story where love is unreliable, memory is treacherous, and silence screams the loudest, The Theory of the Empty Apartment asks one chilling question:
What if the life you're living was never yours to begin with?
"𝖠 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐-𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼é, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁."