EPISODE 1: “The Letters That Burned My Soul”

Interior — A dimly lit room in an old hillside house. Rain lashes at the windows. The wind howls outside like it’s mourning something long buried. Inside, Juhi sits hunched over, soaked in grief and memory. Across from her, a stranger — face hidden beneath a hood — listens in silence.

JUHI (whispers):

"You want to know what happened to me?"

She exhales sharply, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

JUHI:

"It started fifteen years ago. I was twenty. Reckless. Starving for something real. That’s when I met him — John."

She laughs bitterly, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.

JUHI:

"God, he was dangerous. Not in the movie kind of way. The real kind. The kind your mother warns you about while holding prayer beads. He had this calm fire in his eyes… like he’d been through hell and was still burning quietly."

The stranger says nothing. Juhi’s fingers clutch the edge of her chair.

JUHI:

"I didn’t care. I loved him. Fully. Madly. The world could’ve ended, and I would’ve still run to him. We would meet in secret — stolen nights, whispers in the dark, letters hidden under floorboards."

She pulls out a small silk pouch from her coat. Inside are letters, fragile with age.

JUHI (choking up):

"He wrote these with hands that had touched blood and bullets. But the words… they were poetry. He made me feel like I was the only thing he had left worth living for."

A moment of silence. Rain. Thunder.

JUHI:

"And then… he vanished. Just like that. We were supposed to meet by the Pacific. He told me he had something to say. I waited for him. Hours. Days. But he never came."

Her voice hardens now, trembling with rage.

JUHI:

"I thought he was dead. Or worse — that I was just some escape from his chaos. My mother-in-law called him trash. Said I was saved. She never knew he was the only place I felt whole."

She looks directly at the stranger for the first time, eyes sharp.

JUHI:

"Then came the letters. One every year. No signature. No address. Just his voice, bleeding through ink. I kept them. Every damn one."

She holds one up. It's water-stained, the edges burned.

JUHI:

"I searched everywhere. But no one knew where he went. And I never stopped loving him. Not for a second."

The stranger leans forward slightly, his voice raspy, calm, deliberate.

STRANGER:

"Did it ever occur to you… that he didn’t leave by choice?"

Juhi freezes. Her breath catches in her throat.

JUHI (whispering):

"What are you saying?"

The stranger tosses a folded piece of paper onto the table. The seal is familiar — her heart stops. It's his handwriting.

STRANGER:

"Because if you're ready, I can show you what really happened that night… and why John never came back."

Juhi stares at the letter, her hand trembling. Thunder cracks again, but this time, it sounds like fate finally knocking.

FADE OUT.....

"A story of forbidden love, hidden letters, and a truth buried in silence. The Letters That Burned My Soul is a haunting journey of passion, betrayal, and redemption. Join Juhi as she unravels the past that never let her go. Support this novel and feel every heartbeat

EPISODE 2: “The Night He Disappeared..

The letter sat between them like a ghost, breathing memories Juhi had spent years trying to bury. Her fingers hovered over it, hesitant, trembling.

“This… this is his seal. His handwriting,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Where did you get this?”

The stranger didn’t answer at first. He leaned into the candlelight, his voice heavy with secrets.

“He gave it to me. The night he vanished.”

Before Juhi could respond, the door creaked open. Two figures entered—her best friends, Reha and Ayaan, both drenched from the rain. Their eyes flicked from Juhi to the hooded man.

“Juhi, what the hell is going on?” Reha asked, rushing to her side. “Why is your door open? Who is this guy?”

“She’s not in danger,” the stranger said calmly. “But she’s about to learn why she’s been watched all these years.”

Ayaan stepped forward protectively. “Watched? By who? Start explaining before I call the police.”

Juhi’s voice cracked as she looked at them. “He knows about John. He says… he says John didn’t leave me. He was taken.”

Both Reha and Ayaan froze. For years, they had tried to pull Juhi out of her grief. Reha had held her hand through endless breakdowns. Ayaan had fought anyone who dared call her delusional.

But this… this was something else.

“Taken by who?” Reha asked slowly.

“The Black Sun Mafia,” the stranger replied. “John betrayed them. He tried to escape that world for her. They found out. He disappeared before he could meet her that night.”

Ayaan cursed under his breath. “Are you seriously dragging her back into this? She spent years trying to heal—”

“I never healed,” Juhi cut in. Her voice was stronger now, rising from the center of her chest. “I lived with questions no one could answer. And now that someone finally can… I want to hear it.”

The stranger nodded, removing his hood. His face was scarred — a deep cut over his left brow, one eye clouded, the other burning with truth.

“My name’s Rayen. I was John’s right hand. His shadow. I watched him walk into the trap that was meant to kill him. But he survived. Barely. And he’s still out there — buried deep in the world he kept you from.”

Juhi stared at him, her eyes wet but fierce.

“Where is he?”

“Caged by a war he didn’t start. You were the only thing keeping him alive. Every letter… that was his fight not to forget who he was.”

Reha touched Juhi’s arm, hesitant. “If you go down this road, there’s no coming back. This isn’t a music stage or a fairy tale. It’s blood. Guns. Death.”

“I’m not that idol girl anymore,” Juhi whispered. “I’m the woman he risked his life for. And I need to know why.”

Rayen opened the door. The storm outside had calmed, but the night was still thick with warning.

“Then come with me,” he said. “And be ready to walk into hell.”

Juhi looked at Reha. At Ayaan. Then at the letter clutched in her hand.

She stepped into the darkness.

FADE OUT.

Chapter 3: Echoes in the Fire

The car was old and beat up—one of those untraceable things that didn’t belong in any registry and probably had seen more blood than sun. Juhi sat in the back, soaked in silence, the letter still gripped in her hand like it might vanish if she let go.

Rayen drove like a man who had nothing left to lose.

The wipers slashed across the windshield, keeping time with the tension crackling in the car. Rain tapped like fingernails on metal, constant and restless.

Reha and Ayaan were still arguing when Juhi made her decision. But something had already snapped inside her—a wire too stretched, a dam too cracked. The moment Rayen said John was alive, everything else stopped mattering.

It wasn’t hope. It was need.

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“He’s in Romania now,” Rayen said. “South of Brașov. Mountains. Cold. Forgotten.”

Juhi leaned forward. “Why there?”

“Because that’s where they put the ones who can’t die until they talk.”

Juhi’s blood chilled. “And has he?”

Rayen shook his head. “Not a word. Not in four years. They call him the Ghost Cell. Unbreakable.”

She bit her lip. The letters he’d written her… she thought they’d stopped because he was gone. But now she knew better.

Someone had cut them off.

“You said he was your shadow. Then why didn’t you stop them?”

Rayen didn’t flinch at the accusation. “Because I was lying in a ditch thirty miles away, bleeding out while the Black Sun cleaned house. John made sure I got out. He didn’t.”

Juhi sat back. The truth hurt like glass in her lungs.

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The car stopped before sunrise.

They were in the woods now. No road signs. No civilization. Just pines rising like sentries and a cabin tucked between them like a secret no one wanted to tell.

Rayen led her inside. Inside, maps were pinned to the walls, red lines connecting names Juhi had only ever heard whispered in late-night news cycles: arms deals, syndicate families, names washed in blood.

“This isn’t just about John,” Rayen said, tossing her a burner phone. “He’s the key. But they think you might be the lock.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were never supposed to matter. Just a girl he loved once. But love makes people stupid. John crossed them because of you. And they noticed.”

.....

She spent the night staring at old photos.

John, in a leather jacket, smiling like he didn’t belong in violence. Her, in a white dress, barefoot on the studio floor, laughing at something he whispered.

How had they gone from that to this?

She fell asleep just before dawn, curled on a couch that smelled of pine and dust. In her dream, John was reaching for her through flames, but every time she got close, his hand turned to ash.

.....

Back in the city, Ayaan paced Reha’s apartment.

“She just left,” he growled. “With some scarred-up mercenary who dropped the word ‘mafia’ like it was casual? We should’ve stopped her.”

Reha poured herself whiskey. “You couldn’t have. You saw her face. It’s like something turned back on in her.”

“She’s not ready.”

“She’ll never be ready. But she’s willing. That matters more now.”

Ayaan’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t like this. That guy, Rayen he’s hiding something.”

Reha nodded slowly. “Yeah. But so was John. And Juhi’s willing to risk everything to know why.”

.....

Three days later, Juhi stood on a balcony overlooking the Carpathians.

The wind sliced through her coat, but she didn’t flinch. She was training now. Shooting. Running. Listening to Rayen recount things John had done not all of them noble.

He had been an enforcer. Then a ghost. Then something worse.

“He wanted out for you,” Rayen said one night. “Said your voice made him remember who he used to be.”

Juhi turned to him. “Then why didn’t he run?”

“Because you don’t run from the Black Sun. You disappear.”

She swallowed. Her hands were calloused now. Her arms bruised from drills. But her heart? Still soft. Still dangerous.

.....

That night, someone set fire to the cabin.

Rayen woke her just in time. Flames roared through the hall. She grabbed her knife and the letterstill intact in her coatand followed him out through a hidden hatch under the floor.

Outside, figures moved through the trees. She saw the mark on their sleeves: a black sun, half eclipsed.

“They found us,” Rayen muttered. “Means they know you’re not just bait anymore.”

Juhi didn’t hesitate.

“What’s next?” she asked.

Rayen looked at her with a strange mix of fear and admiration.

“We break into one of their strongholds,” he said. “We get proof that John’s alive. And we start a war.”

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To be continued in Chapter 4: The Trap Beneath the Name