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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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