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Chapter 1 — The Ringing Phone
She sat in the corner of her dimly lit room.91Please respect copyright.PENANA6GOP60LJ3R
Her knees were pressed tightly to her chest.91Please respect copyright.PENANA3NomFEkbBA
The world outside was quiet — but inside, everything was falling apart.
Her eyes stared at the phone lying a few inches away.91Please respect copyright.PENANAs3dq9cslsv
It looked harmless — just a small screen glowing in the dark.91Please respect copyright.PENANAGuTu1ovNoa
But for her, it was a monster.91Please respect copyright.PENANA1JDErA2TIL
A monster that had swallowed her peace, her name, her life.
The ringtone began again.91Please respect copyright.PENANAzgsF9easyt
A soft chime that once made her smile — now felt like a siren from hell.
She bit her lip so hard that it bled.91Please respect copyright.PENANAadxAvuzDlJ
Her breath came out in broken gasps.
“Please… stop calling,” she whispered.91Please respect copyright.PENANAEKP1CMrlvE
“Please, just leave me…”
The phone kept ringing.91Please respect copyright.PENANAWmGd1ffyJp
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANAXJ3fnUQpT7
Hopeful. Bright. Alive.
She wasn’t anyone famous — just a girl who loved stories.91Please respect copyright.PENANAYe4vknQeNv
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANAeq7GobqHo3
His words sounded kind.91Please respect copyright.PENANA70ELUZijQ4
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANAP2n8Ule0Hc
But his tone was soft, full of false care.91Please respect copyright.PENANAN8BbhSYDpZ
So she clicked.91Please respect copyright.PENANA5cyi9tmm2k
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANA7QPN9PTk3U
Her name was dragged under posts that weren’t hers.91Please respect copyright.PENANAZGbe0kLUA0
People she knew started whispering.91Please respect copyright.PENANAGpp0Ak40WQ
Even her own reflection began to look like a stranger.
She cried for hours.91Please respect copyright.PENANAsOWeEnhQUS
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANAiLAk45F8TZ
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.91Please respect copyright.PENANATfjhjtOY62
Her breath stopped.91Please respect copyright.PENANAgEd1ITnRqK
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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