Jia’s laugh still echoed in my ears—the clink of her beer glass, the careless tilt of her smile.
Jia
Did you fall for me?
She had teased, her eyes daring me to answer.
I pretended not to hear
But then, she leaned closer, her whisper grazing my ear.
Jia
I trust you, Atharv.
Trust. That cursed word. Does it still exist in this world? Or did it die long ago, every time someone drove a knife into the back of the one who believed them?
Trust makes people weak. The first rule of trusting is simple—stop doubting. And the moment you stop doubting, you lose.
Seven days. That was all I knew her. Seven fleeting days before her laughter turned into silence.
Prison ( Authy )
Hola
Prison ( Authy )
How are you all?
Prison ( Authy )
Sorry, I was taking a break from my writing! Now I’m back. I have lots of thriller, mystery, and crime plots in mind, but as you know, I’m busy with my novel. I’ll try hard to give you updates!
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