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Chapter 1 — The Ringing Phone
She sat in the corner of her dimly lit room.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnPHATcuBZ
Her knees were pressed tightly to her chest.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpAwrYLj3aK
The world outside was quiet — but inside, everything was falling apart.
Her eyes stared at the phone lying a few inches away.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYRN5XxevN2
It looked harmless — just a small screen glowing in the dark.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCLiPrarVrS
But for her, it was a monster.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bqrZOYpIG
A monster that had swallowed her peace, her name, her life.
The ringtone began again.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbeVA8PfrM
A soft chime that once made her smile — now felt like a siren from hell.
She bit her lip so hard that it bled.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡodk7mZcOcH
Her breath came out in broken gasps.
“Please… stop calling,” she whispered.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxBRt8L319H
“Please, just leave me…”
The phone kept ringing.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ42qFfzS94M
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnN23eOqJJW
Hopeful. Bright. Alive.
She wasn’t anyone famous — just a girl who loved stories.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRCOJY7CabV
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Xuy1ef93Q
His words sounded kind.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxPIlzDasB6
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfzmSb3NZf
But his tone was soft, full of false care.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGqtdWm3HL
So she clicked.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdcS9XQNsTd
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUKl7KjjiYJ
Her name was dragged under posts that weren’t hers.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMMz2ahgA0
People she knew started whispering.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ82qmuIqpxu
Even her own reflection began to look like a stranger.
She cried for hours.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5n691VmvSj
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBm1RbH082b
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.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoYhAOQvnQy
Her breath stopped.254Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6lQoXss58
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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