My Vents

My Vents

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She came looking for a story. The story was looking for her. In the mountains of Pakistan lies Barzakhpur - a village that phases in and out of existence. A place where the fog lingers too long and the dead don't leave. Taniksha Shah rents an old haveli for creative solitude. Instead, she finds Aslan Ijaz - silent, severe, and far too watchful for a mere caretaker. He tells her not to leave after dark. He doesn't tell her he's chained himself to a bed every night to keep something inside him from reaching her. Because the entity wearing his bones has started to hate the way he looks at her. And in Barzakhpur, love is a weakness the dead do not forgive.

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