Ananya stood frozen outside the old wooden door. Her heart pounded loudly, as if it knew something she didn't. The whispers from last night still echoed in her mind.
"Don't trust him..."
Her fingers trembled as she slowly pushed the door open.
Creak...
Inside, the room was dark and filled with dust. It looked untouched for years. A strange smell filled the air — something old… something hidden.
Ananya stepped in carefully.
Her eyes fell on a small table in the corner. There was a box placed on it
A black box.
Locked.
She moved closer, her breath uneven. Just as she was about to touch it—
"Avoid that."
She turned sharply.
Arav stood at the door.
His face was serious. His eyes… unreadable.
"What is this place?" Ananya asked, her voice slightly shaking.
Arav stayed silent for a moment. Then he walked inside and closed the door behind him.
"This room," he said slowly, "was never meant to be opened."
"Then why is it here?" she snapped. "And why do I feel like it's connected to me?"
Arav looked at her… deeply.
"Because it is."
Silence.
Heavy. Dangerous.
Ananya felt her chest tighten. "Stop hiding things, Arav. I deserve the truth."
He clenched his fists.
"The truth will break you."
"Let it."
For a moment, it felt like time stopped.
Then Arav walked toward the box… and unlocked it.
Click.
He opened it slowly.
Inside… was a photograph.
Ananya picked it up.
Her hands started shaking.
It was her.
But not from now.
A younger version of her… standing beside a man.
And Arav… standing behind them.
Watching.
Not smiling.
Almost… cold.
"What is this?" she whispered.
Arav didn't answer.
Her voice rose, panic creeping in — "WHY was I here before? And why don't I remember ANY of this?!"
Arav finally spoke.
"Because… you were never supposed to remember."
Ananya's world shattered.
Before she could ask anything more—
A loud knock echoed on the door.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Both of them froze.
A voice came from outside.
"Open the door… Ananya."
Her blood ran cold.
That voice…
She knew it.
But it was impossible.
Because the person… was supposed to be dead.
The past wasn't just forgotten… it was erased. But now, it's coming back — and this time, it won't stop.