Akshu’s bedroom — it’s 3:13 AM. Moonlight slips through a cracked window. The room is still, except for the slow blink of her phone screen lighting up in the darkness.
She’s lying awake, eyes wide open — not scared, not crying — just... haunted. Not a single tear, not a single movement. Her silence is not peace — it’s a storm.
?
“Another night. Another nightmare I can’t remember. Or maybe I do, but I pretend not to.”
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(She reaches for her phone, scrolls past messages she never answered. There’s a group chat notification. Her thumb hesitates. She opens it. Ekaksh added to the group.)
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*Her fingers freeze.*
This is the moment the real story begins. Not with action, but with the feeling that something just shifted — quietly, but permanently.
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They said silence is golden.
For her, it was a weapon.
Thirteen isn’t a number — it’s a code. A warning. A wound.
This is the story of Akshu Sharma. Sweet sixteen? Maybe. But behind those quiet eyes hides a queen — not of hearts, but of havoc.
Obsessed? Maybe. Dangerous? Definitely.
And then came him. A stranger. Or was he?
Welcome to a tale where friendships are fragile, love is layered, and every smile hides a secret.
This isn’t just a story. It’s a slow burn into the fire called her.
Brace yourself.
Because once you're in… there’s no turning back.
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