The fire that had engulfed the house that night was merciless. Flames devoured everything in their path, leaving behind nothing but ashes and despair.
The heat was unbearable, the smoke suffocating—no one could have imagined that anyone inside could survive.
And yet… Meera did.
By some miracle, as if touched by divine grace, she returned from the edge of death.
It was not just survival—it felt like a rebirth. A second life, given for a reason.
But with that new life came a haunting truth.
Fragments of that night replayed in her mind like a broken film. The shadows, the movement, the spark that started it all… Meera had seen it.
She knew who had set the fire.
Her own aunt.
The realization shattered her innocent heart, but from the pieces rose something darker—something stronger. A quiet, burning desire for justice. For revenge.
Meera decided she would not stay silent.
But her aunt was not a fool. She had seen the change in Meera's eyes—the fear, the knowing. And that made her dangerous.
So, she began to plan again.
A few days later, on a quiet night, the family gathered for dinner as usual. The atmosphere seemed normal, almost too normal. Meera sat down with the others, unaware of the silent danger lurking on her plate.
Her aunt, with a calm and practiced hand, had already mixed poison into her food.
There was no hesitation. No remorse.
Only intent.
But fate intervened once more.
That night, Meera felt an overwhelming heaviness in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before she knew it, she was crying uncontrollably.
The pain inside her refused to settle, refused to be ignored.
She couldn't eat.
Not a single bite.
And unknowingly, her tears saved her life once again.
To find out how she took her revenge, read Chapter 6.🎀