Star The Unfathomable Vampire
Start of Unravelling the secrets
At mansion in night nearly 9 After dinner
The house had returned to silence, but not peace....
Maliha fled to the furthest wing of the mansion, passing through halls laced with velvet shadows and faded portraits that stared too long.
She didn’t stop until she reached a small unused prayer room tucked beneath the east tower—one she had stumbled upon earlier in the day while following Sid to the garden.
Her chest rose and fell in harsh bursts as she closed the delicate wooden door behind her.
The room smelled of old carpets, jasmine oil, and pages of books that hadn’t been touched in years.
She was in pure state (wudu)
With trembling fingers, she adjusted her hijab, covering herself again with the dignity she felt slipping from her all day.
She started her prayer and tears started welling up in her eyes.....
She was controlling them and was in patience (sabr).....
But in sujood it all fell down on the mat and she started sobbing.
After her prayer. She lifted her hands in dua, lips moving silently, desperately.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Ya Allah… please. Get me out of this house. Protect me. Help me remember who I am… and help me forget him.
But even as she prayed, something inside her betrayed her.
Maliha Zara (FL)
A memory: the way his eyes had darkened when he caught me. The way he called me qalbi.
Heart.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Why? #She started crying out her heart loud. She was brave enough to never cry in front of anyone but her God. #
Maliha Zara (FL)
#After some time.
She clenched her fists.# No #she whispered.# He's not allowed to name me that.
Tears blurred her vision again, and this time, she let them fall. Again.
The moonlight filtered in through the prayer room's stained glass, bathing the carpet in a kaleidoscope of colors.
Maliha had fallen asleep curled herself into in the corner, forehead resting on her folded arms.
A low creak startled her awake.
She jolted up—disoriented—and looked toward the doorway.
But as she stood and was going to exit the room, her bare feet touched something cold on the floor.
Just the bloom, waiting like a quiet promise.
Her pulse quickened, her thoughts scattering like leaves.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Was Omer here? #She blurted out#
Maliha Zara (FL)
#Stepped forward to get the rose. #
But something beneath the faded carpet pulled at Maliha’s mind—a slight hollow echo when she stepped, a whisper of something forgotten.
She got down on her knees.
Her hands moved instinctively, sweeping away the dust and lifting the edge of the old rug.
There—a thin crack in the wooden floor, barely visible.
Her fingers dug into it, nails splitting slightly.
She pulled with all her might. The board creaked, groaned—then snapped upward with a reluctant sigh, as if the house itself didn’t want to give up its secrets.
Old. Rusted. Jammed. Locked with nothing but time.
Inside lay portraits, yellowed by age, and a leather-bound diary tied with faded green ribbon.
The first portrait caught her breath—it looked just like her, but older. Wiser.
Dressed in modest robes with a distant pain in her gaze. A name was scratched on the back: Ada
The second portrait made her blood run cold.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Omer Dameer
Sharp jaw. Regal collar. A brooding stare that held both dominance and authority.
He looked just like Omer, but younger, royal, dressed in a style centuries older.
Maliha Zara (FL)
The name written on the back: Prince Elliot of Ophelia.
Maliha stared between the two.
She closed the box and ran.
Later That Night — Her Room
She stuffed the chest beneath her bed, the diary clenched to her chest.
Carefully, she untied the ribbon and opened the diary.
The ink was delicate, cursive, yet trembling.
She began to read the very first page.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
My name is Ada.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I was seventeen when I wrote this, and I don’t know if anyone will ever read it.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
But paper listens, and so I write.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I live in the kingdom of Ophelia, though I’ve never belonged to it. Not really.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I’m the daughter of a woman they pretend doesn’t exist and a man they killed when I was four.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I don't even remember his face.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
My mother, Cyril, is the bravest woman I’ve ever known. She raised me hiding, away from the palace, away from the names they used to call her.
There was a portrait again of an old pretty woman.....
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She was once noble, they say.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
A woman of wisdom.
Until my father died.
They said my moma is cursed.
(The ink was smudged maybe because of the tears)
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Since the day he left us, it's just been the two of us.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
We survive by healing the poor.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I make the medicines.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She guides me.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
We eat what’s given and we thank God for every crumb.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
We don’t have gold, but we have silence. And sometimes, peace.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
But even silence isn’t safe here.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Men come. Always men. With coins and threats and filthy promises.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
They pound on our door asking for more than healing. Moma never told me what but she always cries and hides herself and me too.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
We lock ourselves inside and pray that they go away. Most nights, they goes.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
But now we are not alone.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Louisa—my Louisa—is fire in human form.
Again another portrait of a young beautiful lady was there between pages. Red head. Green eyes. Pretty lips. Named Louisa. More lively than Ada.
Louisa 2nd FL (witch friend of Ada)
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She’s an orphan raised in the house of a rich couple.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She is wild and unafraid.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She appears when I need her most, like magic.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She has money, secrets, and a heart too big for her fragile body.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
We built a tent outside the city gates.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
A place for the forgotten. I treat their fevers and bruises.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
She stitches their wounds.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Together we patch the kingdom’s broken pieces—one crushed soul at a time.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
They don’t know our names, and that’s okay.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
They just call me the Veiled Girl.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
The one who never smiles.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Well, who will smile in front of them like a prey.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
The one who smells like rosemary and herbs.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
Well, well rose is my favourite.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
But deep down... I still dream and pray for an impossible better future.
She was happy and sad at the same time.
Her reflection in the mirror stared back—haunted, identical to the portrait of Ada.
The last line echoed in her ears like a forgotten lullaby.
Ada (Past life of FL as poor girl)
I still dream and pray for an impossible better future....
Slipped it under her pillow.
And let the shadows claim her into uneasy sleep.
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