Red Rose
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Last published Wed, Dec 3, 2025
π Newly married. π Her birthday. π₯ A blood-stained rose.
On the morning of Suhani's birthday, she wakes up to silence - not the comforting kind, but the kind that presses against your skin like a warning. Her husband is gone. A red rose waits at the door. And inside the newspaper, a message in unfamiliar handwriting:
"Happy birthday, Suhani."
In a marriage built on distance and routine, Suhani never expected love. But she never expected this either.
Someone is watching her.
Someone knows today is her birthday - is it the beginning of something forbidden or something far more dangerous??
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