Star The Unfathomable Vampire
The Invitation
[3 days after engagement of Maliha Zara. She practice parda (modesty) So she had not seen her fiance even he also didn't saw her]
Even though No men other than her father has ever seen her. Not even her male cousins.
Location: Maliha’s bedroom | Time: 12:46 a.m.
When they are thinking *mark I'm going to use*....
when narrating #mark I'm going to use #...
Maliha Zara (FL)
*Three days since the engagement.
Three days since my fever began.
I can’t breathe in this house.
They are celebrating like I agreed. Like I’m not burning inside.
They don’t see me. Just the name, the daughter, the “Sayyed girl.”*
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱 Maliha → Sidra
Assalamualaikum! Hey... awake?
I think I’m going to disappear. Just for a while. Before they bury me alive with gold and silk.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
Disappear?
Sounds like a gothic novel.
Perfect. Come to my place. Seriously. Estate in the woods. Miles from the world. You’ll love it. Creepy enough to cure writer’s block.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱
That actually sounds... perfect.
Then...When?
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
Now. I’ll send a carriage. Midnight. Classic. Just say yes.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱
You’re insane. I’m in.
Maliha Zara (FL)
*That night, my fever reached its peak.
The ceiling spun.
My diary was soaked with ink and sweat.
My engagement ring burned my skin like it knew I didn’t want it.
Mama kept knocking. Baba said I needed “fresh air.”
I needed to escape.*
Next Day | Location: Dining Room
Ayesha Sayyed (Mama of FL)
“Maliha, beta... please. You’re not well. Can’t you rest at home?”
“This girl of yours, Sidra... she’s from the internet, no?”
Maliha Zara (FL)
She’s a writer, Mama. Like me. She understands.
She’s the only one who didn’t clap when they announced my wedding.
Wajdan Sayyed (Baba of FL)
Let her go, Ayesha. It’s just a break.
She’ll be back before the month ends. Right, beti?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Insha’Allah, Baba.
Maliha Zara (FL)
*They didn’t ask where this mansion was.
They just assumed I’d be safe.
After all, I was Wajdan Sayyed’s daughter.
No one touches burning gold.*
That Night | Location: Train Station at 12 am
Maliha Zara (FL)
Wearing This with veil too.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱 (Texting Sidra)
Where’s your driver? The place is dead.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
He’s there. Look left. The black carriage. Told you—gothic.
Don’t faint. Just sit. He doesn’t talk much.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The fog rolled thick like a dream.
The station was abandoned.
No lights. No announcements. Just silence.
And then—two black horses.
Eyes glowing. Breathing smoke.
A tall man in a trench coat and gloves opened the door for me.
I didn’t see his face.
Only his pale hand.
I was shivering. Maybe from the fever.
Or maybe something else rode with me.#
Carriage Ride | 12:15 a.m.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The wheels creaked over gravel and ice.
Fog swirled in ghostly patterns.
A merry-go-round turned in the forest.
A swing swung in the windless night.
Whispers curled inside the carriage walls.#
*Was I hallucinating?
The trees...
They were watching me.*
Arrival at the Estate | 1:19 a.m.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#We stopped.
Iron gates taller than any palace stood before me.
Beyond them, a mansion of black stone, wrapped in blood-red roses.
Windows stared like blind eyes.
The door creaked open... on its own.
Is this real?
Or is this my novel writing itself?#
Inside the Mansion | Entrance Hall
Maliha Zara (FL)
Sid?
I’m here—hey?
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I ran into the grand hall—ready to hug her.
But the figure I saw wasn’t Sid.
It was a man. Floating. Mid-air.
Eyes closed. Pale. Untouchable.
And then...
He dropped to the ground.
Breathed in.
Opening my eyes.#
What—?!
Maliha Zara (FL)
Then he was gone.
Vanished into the shadows like fog.
Dining Room | Few Minutes Later
Maliha Zara (FL)
#Mr. Max, the butler, wordlessly led me into a dining hall.
Candles flickered.
A black cat sat on the table.
At the head of the table: Sidra, her mother Iqra, and her father Daud.
Silent.
Expressionless.
And in the center of the table:
A gun.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Whispers)
What kind of dinner party is this…
Assalamualaikum! How are you Sid?
(Going to hug her)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
(Finally saw her)
Wa'alaikum Assalam! All good Alhamdulillah, and you?
(hugged her)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Maliha, Meet my Mom and Dad....
(Gestures towards them)
Iqra Dameer (Mom of Sidra)
Hey! I'm her Mom Iqra and her dad Mr. Daud Dameer.
Daud Dameer (Dad of Sidra)
How are you beta?
(Smiling)
Maliha Zara (FL)
All good Uncle, Aunty, nice to meet you.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
You must be tired, Your room is ready on first floor, go there I'll bring the meal.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I walked the silent halls.
Portraits stared at me like judges.
Every candle I passed flickered out.
I removed my veil, finally.
It felt heavy.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
(THUMP)
#I turned a corner—and collided with a tall figure.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
Ah—!
Watch there—
#He caught my wrist before I fell. Same pale skin. Same haunted eyes.#
Omer Dameer (ML)
You…?! (Softly) (Shocked)
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Glaring)
Let go.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#His gaze moved to my face.
As if he’d waited centuries to see it. I yanked my wrist away. Hiding my face, Ran.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The room was grand. Cold.
Ceiling high as a chapel.
Mirror covered with cloth.
Veil back off, I sat at the window.
The moon was red.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
*Who was he?
Why did it feel like...I know him,
Like he’d known me before?*
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I didn’t know what time I fell asleep.
But literally, just before my eyes closed— I saw the mirror move.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱-> Sidra
Your house is weird. Your cousin is weirder.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
What cousin?
I don't ha-
You met Omer Dameer. (Shocked)
Oh, yes my only cousin!
Thanks Guys....
♥ you....
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