THE UNWANTED GIRL

Asha woke up in a hospital bed with a splitting headache.

She didn’t remember how she got there.

Her wrists were bandaged, her throat dry.

A nurse smiled at her. “Good morning, Asha. How are you feeling?”

Asha frowned.

"Who’s Asha?"

The nurse’s smile faltered.

"You are."

Asha’s blood ran cold.

She didn’t recognize the name.

She didn’t recognize herself.

The police came later that day.

Inspector Meera Joshi sat beside her bed. “Asha, we found you unconscious near an abandoned house. Do you remember anything?”

Asha tried.

But all she saw was darkness.

"I don’t remember anything," she whispered.

Meera placed a file in front of her.

Inside was a photo. A younger girl.

Her.

"Your name is Asha Sharma. You went missing two years ago."

Asha’s hands trembled.

Two years?

Where had she been all this time?

And why did it feel like someone else had lived those years for her?

The nightmares started that night.

Asha saw flashes of a locked room, a red door, the sound of screaming.

And a woman’s voice.

"You don’t belong here."

Asha woke up, gasping.

But something was wrong.

The words were still echoing in her head.

Like they weren’t from a dream.

Like they were from someone else.

Asha was discharged and sent to a rehabilitation center.

She stared at herself in the mirror for hours.

She was Asha. The police said so.

Her fingerprints matched the missing girl’s records.

Her DNA was a match.

But then… why didn’t she feel like Asha?

Why did the reflection feel like it was watching her, instead of being her?

And why, when she whispered her own name…

Did a voice in her head laugh?

Meera kept digging into Asha’s past.

Where had she been for two years?

There was no ransom note. No witnesses.

Just an abandoned house, a girl with no memory, and a case that made no sense.

Until Meera found something terrifying.

A report from seven years ago.

Another girl. Same face. Same fingerprints.

But a different name.

Anaya Verma.

Missing. Presumed dead.

But now… sitting in a hospital room, believing she was Asha

Meera confronted Asha.

"Do you remember Anaya Verma?"

Asha shook her head. “Who is that?”

Meera hesitated. "You."

Asha felt the room spin.

"No… I’m Asha Sharma. The DNA—"

"It matches both cases."

Asha’s heart pounded.

How could she be two different missing girls?

Unless…

She wasn’t the victim.

She was the experiment.

Asha’s memories came back in pieces.

A man in a white coat. Needles. Straps on a chair.

And a voice saying—

"Erase her. Try again."

The truth was monstrous.

She wasn’t just Asha.

She wasn’t just Anaya.

She was both.

And maybe… even more.

Because she had been created. Reprogrammed. Tested.

And this time, she had escaped.

Meera’s search led her to a secretive psychiatric research facility.

It had shut down years ago, after an illegal memory experiment scandal.

The lead scientist?

Dr. Manish Thakur.

Missing.

Just like the real Asha.

And the real Anaya.

Asha stood in front of the mirror again.

The voices in her head weren’t whispers anymore.

They were screaming.

The memories weren’t hers.

The pain wasn’t hers.

The face in the reflection wasn’t hers.

So who was she?

And more importantly…

How many more of her were out there?

The hospital security cameras caught her leaving in the middle of the night.

She left behind only a note:

"I was never Asha. I was never Anaya. I was never real."

"And I’m going to find the ones who made me this way."

Then, she disappeared.

And somewhere, in the darkness…

She was hunting.

💀The End💀

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