The next morning—
Ayaan woke up with a sudden gasp.
His chest felt heavy.
His heart was racing.
For a moment…
he thought it was all just a nightmare.
But then—
He looked down.
And saw it.
A faint handprint…
on his chest.
Still there.
Still cold.
"This… is not possible…"
He whispered to himself.
His hands were shaking.
Because deep down—
He knew.
What he saw last night…
Was real.
Suddenly—
His phone vibrated.
Ayaan frowned.
No one ever texted him this early.
He picked up his phone slowly.
And unlocked it.
Unknown Number.
A single message.
"I'm still waiting for you…"
Ayaan's breath stopped.
His fingers froze.
That message—
It felt familiar.
Too familiar.
Because those were the exact words…
Meera used to say.
"No…"
He shook his head.
"This is some kind of joke…"
But his heart refused to calm down.
He typed back—
"Who is this?"
Seconds passed.
Then—
Another message came.
"You forgot me… Ayaan?"
His phone slipped from his hand.
His body went cold.
Because—
No one…
No one called him like that.
Except—
Her.
Slowly…
His phone lit up again.
Another message.
"Come tonight…"
"Same place."
Ayaan stared at the screen.
His heart pounding louder than ever.
Fear…
And something else.
Something deeper.
Hope.
Because if this was real—
If she really came back—
Then maybe…
He could see her again.
But deep inside—
A voice whispered—
"Some things… are not meant to return."
👉 Will Ayaan go back tonight… or is he walking into something dangerous? Comment your thoughts 😈💔