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Chapter 1 — The Ringing Phone
She sat in the corner of her dimly lit room.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfWLt0zbuHM
Her knees were pressed tightly to her chest.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN81XhaTNYU
The world outside was quiet — but inside, everything was falling apart.
Her eyes stared at the phone lying a few inches away.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJSgfrEyB0w
It looked harmless — just a small screen glowing in the dark.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kYVoOfiWz
But for her, it was a monster.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYQuIoYn2wj
A monster that had swallowed her peace, her name, her life.
The ringtone began again.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeeChktlhES
A soft chime that once made her smile — now felt like a siren from hell.
She bit her lip so hard that it bled.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRL5yoJABq
Her breath came out in broken gasps.
“Please… stop calling,” she whispered.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxpY08OU0x
“Please, just leave me…”
The phone kept ringing.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXjHVuJbnWX
It wasn’t just a sound anymore — it was her past calling.
And she couldn’t ignore it forever.
Three months ago, she was different.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMro09KqZ0E
Hopeful. Bright. Alive.
She wasn’t anyone famous — just a girl who loved stories.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ9E0A8hTSv
She wrote every night before sleeping, dreaming of readers who might one day say,
“You have talent.”
Then one day, she received a message.
“Hi Author! Your story is so beautiful. I want to help you grow. I can build your reputation — make your name shine.”
His profile looked real.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5fGvnoPIz6
His words sounded kind.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9SSSjsU1C
He spoke gently, using phrases that felt warm.
“You just need a good author profile. If you send your photo, I’ll design it for you — professional and classy. Trust me.”
She hesitated.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKnoA17MxjK
But his tone was soft, full of false care.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Aq0479KRT
So she clicked.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfffQDB9YPQ
And sent it.
That one photo — sent in a second — became the last moment of her peace.
Days later, she saw her face — edited, disrespected, shared.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOMRnMXw5Q
Her name was dragged under posts that weren’t hers.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMJVuZVQs52
People she knew started whispering.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuCUlAxVZLn
Even her own reflection began to look like a stranger.
She cried for hours.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMH9lY2GWl
And then, his message appeared again.
“You want it gone? Pay 20,000 rupees. I’ll delete everything. It was just a mistake.”
Her fingers trembled.
“I don’t have money. Please… I trusted you.”
He replied,
“Then be ready. You’ll regret ignoring me.”
That night, she couldn’t sleep.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsGVhpfljp
The phone stayed beside her — glowing, ringing, haunting.
The same phone that once connected her to her dreams — now chained her to her worst nightmare.
The ringtone echoed again.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTUo8vKfKN
Her breath stopped.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoEJioxPYlz
She reached for it slowly, shaking…
And just as she touched the screen—
the call ended.
To be continued…
(The story doesn’t end with a call — it ends with a choice.)
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