Letter from the Unknown

Chapter One – The Struggling Writer

Rain pressed against the window in thin, restless fingers, tapping like an impatient editor waiting for revisions. Aaliya sat hunched over her desk, the glow of her laptop screen casting tired shadows across her face. The cursor blinked at the end of an unfinished sentence—mocking her, daring her to continue.

Ahhh!!! Whattt the hell....

She had written the same paragraph three times, and deleted it three times. Nothing sounded right anymore. Every word felt borrowed, every idea already told better by someone else.

Her phone buzzed. Another rejection email.

We regret to inform you…

She didn’t even finish reading. With a bitter laugh, she tossed the phone onto her bed.

"It is what it is "

Another rejection ...

But will she gave up , Nahh!!

This was her life at twenty-four. Endless submissions, endless rejections, and a job at a cramped bookstore that barely paid for rent and instant noodles. The dream of becoming a published author was slipping further each day, like sand through her fingers.

She rubbed her eyes, ready to close the laptop for good that night, when she heard it—

a soft scrape outside her apartment door.

At first, she thought it was just the rain, or maybe her tired mind playing tricks. But then came the sound again: paper sliding against wood.

Cautiously, Aaliya stood, crossed the room, and opened her door.

No one was there. The hallway was silent, washed in the dim orange glow of the flickering bulb overhead.

But at her feet, on the doormat, lay an envelope.

No stamp. No name. Just her apartment number written in neat, slanted handwriting.

She picked it up, her heart racing a little. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded twice.

*“Do not give up. Your words are stronger than you believe. Tomorrow, at exactly 9:15 a.m., go to the old café across from the bookstore. Sit at the corner table. Do not leave until you are approached. Trust me.”*

No signature.

Aaliya stared at the letter, unsettled. Who could possibly know her struggles? And why the strange instructions?

For the first time in months, though, she felt something stir inside her chest—something that had been missing: curiosity.

She placed the letter on her desk, next to her rejected manuscript.

Tomorrow, she decided, she would go to the café.

Even if it was nonsense.

Even if it was dangerous.

Because maybe—just maybe—her story was about to begin.

*Aaliye*

Personality: cute , pretty,creative, like writing, kind, sweet, big dreams, silly sometimes, fear losing, big goals, ambitious ,live alone , have only few friends ,brave , intelligent, loving.

Soo, here is the first chapter.

She must be good writer then mee,Ahh!!

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