The door stood half open.
Ananya couldn't breathe.
Inside…
She was still there.
That same face.
That same body.
But not her.
The thing smiled wider.
Too wide.
"Finally…" it whispered.
Ananya stepped back.
"No… this isn't possible…"
The other Ananya tilted her head.
"Why? You left me here."
Her heart skipped.
"Left you…?"
Memories flickered again.
Broken.
Blurry.
A locked room.
Crying.
Begging.
"I didn't…" Ananya shook her head.
But deep inside—
She wasn't sure.
The reflection moved closer.
But the door didn't open more.
It just… came forward.
Like it didn't need the door.
Like it was slipping through reality itself.
"You lived your life…" it said softly.
"And I stayed here."
The hallway lights flickered.
Darkness swallowed the corners.
Ananya turned to run—
But the hallway was gone.
Only the door remained.
And that thing.
Right in front of her now.
Face to face.
Same eyes.
Same fear.
But different soul
"What do you want?" Ananya whispered.
The thing leaned closer.
Cold breath on her ear.
"To switch."
Her body froze.
"No…"
It smiled again.
"You opened the door."
Silence.
Then—
A hand grabbed Ananya's wrist.
Ice cold.
Unreal.
She tried to pull away—
But her body wouldn't move.
Like something had already taken control.
The thing whispered—
"Now it's my turn… to live."
Next morning… Ananya woke up — but something felt wrong… because the mirror showed a smile she never made. 😈