✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
The word wouldn't leave her.
Again.
It echoed louder than anything else Darshit had said.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I sat in her room that evening, knees pulled close to her chest, staring at the wall like it might suddenly reveal the truth.
The ceiling fan spun slowly above her.
Clock ticking.
Outside, the faint sound of traffic.
Everything… normal.
And yet—
Nothing felt real.
"You're not supposed to remember."
His voice replayed in her head.
Cold.
Certain.
Like a fact, not a warning.
"Then why do I?" she whispered to herself.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from Sonali.
Sonali: You better not be dying dramatically. Reply.
I almost smiled.
Almost.
Amisha: I'm fine.
Three dots appeared instantly.
Sonali: Liar.
Sonali: You've been weird ALL day.
Sonali: And that Darshit guy??? What was that??
I stared at the screen.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
What was that?
Amisha: I don't know.
I locked my phone.
Because typing the truth felt impossible.
Because how do you text—
Hey, I think I'm breaking reality.
Her gaze drifted to her study table.
Her books.
Her notebook.
Slowly—
She stood up.
Walked toward it.
Her hand reached for her physics notebook.
Opened it.
Blank page.
She stared at it for a moment.
Then picked up her pen.
And wrote:
"What if reality isn't stable?"
She paused.
Then added:
"What if I've lived this before?"
Her hand trembled slightly.
And then—
Without thinking—
She wrote something else.
"Darshit dies."
Her breath hitched.
"What…?"
She dropped the pen.
Heart racing.
"I didn't think that…"
But she had written it.
Her handwriting.
Her words.
A cold chill ran down her spine.
"No…"
Her eyes widened as something flashed—
Rain.
Dark sky.
Blood on the ground.
Darshit—
Falling.
"NO—"
She stumbled back.
The vision shattered.
Her room returned.
Her breathing was uneven now.
Too fast.
Too shallow.
"That wasn't a dream…"
Her eyes slowly moved back to the notebook.
The words were still there.
"Darshit dies."
And suddenly—
For the first time—
She wasn't just confused.
She was afraid.
⚡ POV: Darshit Dubey
The rooftop was empty.
As always.
Darshit stood near the edge, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the horizon.
The sun was setting.
Orange fading into purple.
Peaceful.
Deceptively peaceful.
"She remembered more today."
A voice came from behind him.
Darshit didn't turn.
"I know."
Aabish walked closer, stopping beside him.
"You let it happen."
Darshit's jaw tightened slightly.
"I didn't stop it."
"That's the same thing."
Silence.
The wind blew softly.
Aabish sighed.
"You know what this means."
Darshit finally looked at him.
"I always knew."
A pause.
"She's accelerating," Aabish continued. "At this rate—"
"I know," Darshit cut him off.
Aabish studied him carefully.
"You're getting attached again."
No response.
"That's dangerous."
Still nothing.
Aabish exhaled.
"You said the same thing last time."
Darshit's eyes darkened.
"Don't."
"Then don't repeat the same mistake."
Silence stretched between them.
Finally—
Darshit spoke.
"She's not the same."
Aabish let out a short, humorless laugh.
"They're never the same."
Darshit didn't respond.
Because that wasn't what he meant.
This Amisha—
Was remembering faster.
Feeling deeper.
Breaking sooner.
And that made her—
More dangerous.
"She wrote something today," Darshit said suddenly.
Aabish frowned. "What?"
Darshit's gaze shifted toward the sky.
"Something she wasn't supposed to know yet."
Aabish's expression hardened.
"…What did she write?"
Darshit didn't answer immediately.
Because saying it out loud—
Made it real.
Finally—
He spoke.
"About my death."
Silence.
The air itself felt heavier.
"That's not good," Aabish said quietly.
"No," Darshit agreed.
"It's not."
Because if Amisha remembered that—
Then—
This timeline was already deviating.
🌿 POV: Sonali Maurya
Sonali wasn't convinced.
Not even a little.
She lay on her bed, staring at her phone.
At Amisha's last message.
I don't know.
"That's not an answer," she muttered.
Something was wrong.
Clearly wrong.
And not just "Amisha overthinking again" wrong.
Today had been…
Different.
The way Amisha reacted.
The way Darshit talked.
The glass—
Sonali sat up suddenly.
"The glass…"
It had stopped mid-air.
She remembered it clearly.
Every second.
Every detail.
But—
Why didn't anyone else react?
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"That doesn't make sense…"
Unless—
Her thoughts froze.
"No."
She shook her head.
"That's impossible."
But the idea had already planted itself.
What if—
Amisha isn't imagining things?
Her heart started beating faster.
"No… no, no, no."
She stood up.
Started pacing.
"This is stupid."
But it didn't feel stupid.
It felt—
Real.
Her steps slowed.
And suddenly—
A strange feeling washed over her.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Like she had been here before.
This exact moment.
This exact thought.
Her breath hitched.
"…No way."
Her mind flashed—
A memory.
Or something like it.
She and Amisha.
Crying.
A hospital room.
Machines.
Flatline.
"Amisha…?"
Sonali's eyes widened.
The vision vanished.
Her room returned.
Her hands trembled.
"What was that…?"
That wasn't her memory.
It couldn't be.
But it felt real.
Too real.
And suddenly—
Sonali understood one thing.
She wasn't just worried anymore.
She was scared.
🔥 POV: Varun Tripathi
Varun didn't believe things easily.
He joked.
He laughed.
He ignored drama.
But today?
Today didn't make sense.
He sat at his desk, spinning a pen between his fingers.
Thinking.
The glass.
It had stopped.
He saw it.
And he knew what he saw.
"I'm not crazy…"
Then why didn't anyone else react?
Why did it feel like—
Only a few of them noticed?
His thoughts shifted.
To Darshit.
"That guy…"
There was something off about him.
Not just mysterious.
Wrong.
Like he didn't fit.
Varun leaned back in his chair.
Eyes narrowing slightly.
"And Amisha…"
She wasn't acting.
She was genuinely confused.
Scared.
And that—
Was not like her.
Varun sighed.
"Okay… something's definitely going on."
For the first time—
He wasn't joking anymore.
And for the first time—
He decided something important.
"Whatever this is…"
His expression hardened slightly.
"I'm not staying out of it."
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
Sleep didn't come easily.
It never did.
But tonight—
It refused completely.
---
Amisha lay on her bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be written there.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Too silent.
---
Her mind wasn't.
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Darshit dies.
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The words burned in her memory.
She hadn't thought them.
She hadn't imagined them.
---
She had remembered them.
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"That's not possible…" she whispered again, her voice barely audible in the darkness.
---
But something inside her disagreed.
---
Because the feeling—
That crushing, suffocating weight in her chest—
It wasn't fear of something that might happen.
---
It was grief.
---
Of something that already had.
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Her breath hitched.
"No…"
---
She turned to her side, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.
---
"Stop thinking about it."
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But her mind didn't listen.
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Instead—
It showed her more.
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A flicker.
---
A corridor.
Empty.
---
Footsteps echoing.
---
Her footsteps.
Running.
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"Darshit!"
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Her own voice.
Panicked.
Desperate.
---
And then—
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A loud crash.
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Her eyes snapped open.
---
She was sitting up now.
Sweat on her forehead.
Heart racing.
---
"That was… different."
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Not like the other visions.
---
This one—
Felt closer.
---
Like it was trying to show her something important.
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A warning.
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Or a memory she hadn't fully unlocked yet.
---
Her gaze slowly shifted toward her study table again.
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The notebook.
---
Still open.
---
The words still there.
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"Darshit dies."
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Her throat tightened.
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"No…"
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Suddenly—
The lights flickered.
---
Once.
---
Twice.
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And then—
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Everything went dark.
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⚡ POV: Darshit Dubey
Darshit felt it instantly.
---
The shift.
---
The moment the lights went out across the school area—
His expression changed.
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"…No."
---
Aabish looked at him sharply. "You felt that too?"
---
Darshit was already moving.
---
"This isn't random."
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"It's too early," Aabish muttered, following him.
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"Exactly."
---
They reached the staircase quickly, footsteps echoing in the empty building.
---
"Tell me this isn't because of her," Aabish said.
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Darshit didn't respond.
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Because they both knew the answer.
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🌿 POV: Sonali Maurya
Sonali froze.
---
Her room was pitch black.
---
"…Great."
---
She fumbled for her phone, turning on the flashlight.
---
The small beam of light barely cut through the darkness.
---
"This better be just a power cut…"
---
But something felt off.
---
Too quiet.
---
Even for a blackout.
---
No distant noises.
No neighbors.
No traffic.
---
Nothing.
---
Her breath slowed.
---
"This isn't normal…"
---
Her fingers tightened around her phone.
---
And then—
---
She heard it.
---
A whisper.
---
"…Sonali…"
---
Her heart stopped.
---
"Who's there?"
---
Silence.
---
"…Amisha?" she called out.
---
No response.
---
The light in her hand flickered.
---
Once.
---
Twice.
---
And then—
---
For a split second—
---
The room changed.
---
Broken walls.
Cracks spreading across the ceiling.
---
And someone standing in the corner.
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Watching her.
---
Sonali gasped.
---
The light stabilized.
---
The room returned to normal.
---
She stumbled back.
---
"…What was that…?"
---
Her voice trembled.
---
And for the first time—
---
She knew.
---
This wasn't just Amisha's problem anymore.
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🔥 POV: Varun Tripathi
Varun sat up straight.
---
The moment the lights went out—
He felt it.
---
That same strange pressure in the air.
---
"…Again."
---
He stood up, walking toward the window.
---
The street outside—
Was dark.
---
But that wasn't the weird part.
---
The weird part was—
---
It was empty.
---
Completely empty.
---
No cars.
No people.
---
Nothing.
---
"…Okay, that's not normal."
---
His reflection in the glass shifted slightly.
---
Varun frowned.
---
"…What?"
---
For a second—
---
His reflection didn't match his movement.
---
It was… delayed.
---
Like it was lagging behind.
---
His breath caught.
---
"No way…"
---
He stepped back quickly.
---
The reflection snapped back to normal.
---
But the feeling remained.
---
Something was wrong with reality itself.
---
And now—
---
He was sure.
---
Amisha wasn't imagining anything.
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
Darkness.
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Complete darkness.
---
Amisha stood still in the middle of her room.
---
"Hello?"
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No response.
---
Her hands trembled slightly.
---
This didn't feel like a normal blackout.
---
It felt—
---
Empty.
---
Like the world itself had paused.
---
Her breath echoed too loudly in the silence.
---
"Mom…?" she called softly.
---
Nothing.
---
Not even an echo.
---
Her heart started racing.
---
"I don't like this…"
---
And then—
---
Footsteps.
---
Behind her.
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She froze.
---
Slowly—
---
She turned around.
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And there—
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Standing in the darkness—
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Was Darshit.
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⚡ POV: Darshit Dubey
He shouldn't be here.
---
That was the first thought in his mind.
---
This wasn't part of the timeline.
---
This wasn't supposed to happen yet.
---
And yet—
---
Here he was.
---
Standing inside Amisha's house.
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Inside a frozen reality.
---
Looking at her.
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"You triggered it early," he said quietly.
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
Her breath caught.
---
"How are you here…?"
---
Darshit didn't answer immediately.
---
Instead—
He looked around.
---
Like he was analyzing the space.
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"This isn't stable," he murmured.
---
"What is happening?!" Amisha's voice rose slightly.
---
He looked back at her.
---
"This is what happens when timelines overlap."
---
Her heart pounded.
---
"Because of me…?"
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A pause.
---
"…Yes."
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Her chest tightened.
---
"I didn't do anything!"
---
"You remembered," he said.
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"That's not my fault!"
---
"I never said it was."
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"Then why does it feel like everything is breaking because of me?!"
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Silence.
---
Darshit stepped closer.
---
Not threatening.
Not aggressive.
---
Just… serious.
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"Because you're the only one who can see it breaking."
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Her eyes widened.
---
"What does that mean?"
---
"It means," he said slowly,
"If you weren't here…"
---
He paused.
---
"…none of this would exist."
---
Her breath stopped.
---
"…What?"
---
But before she could ask anything else—
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The ground beneath them shook.
---
Cracks spread across the walls.
---
The darkness deepened.
---
Amisha stumbled slightly.
---
"What's happening now?!"
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Darshit grabbed her wrist.
---
"Stay with me."
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The moment he touched her—
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Everything shifted.
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🌌 POV: UNKNOWN
They're accelerating.
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The anomaly is increasing.
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The girl remembers.
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The boy interferes.
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This timeline—
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Will not last.
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Reset may be required.
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Observation continues.
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
The world around her changed.
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Not gradually.
Not slowly.
---
Instantly.
---
She wasn't in her room anymore.
---
She was—
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Back at school.
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But not her school.
---
This one was broken.
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Desks overturned.
Windows shattered.
Walls cracked.
---
The same place from her visions.
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Her breath hitched.
---
"This is—"
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"Yes," Darshit said quietly.
---
"You've seen this before."
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Her heart pounded.
---
"This is real…?"
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"It was."
---
She turned to him.
---
"What happened here?"
---
Darshit didn't answer immediately.
---
Instead—
He looked around.
---
Like he was remembering something painful.
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"Everything went wrong," he said finally.
---
Her voice trembled.
---
"Because of me…?"
---
His eyes met hers.
---
And for the first time—
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There was something raw in them.
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Something unguarded.
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"…Because I failed."
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Her breath caught.
---
"Failed… what?"
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"To stop this."
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The ground cracked beneath them again.
---
The world flickered.
---
Amisha grabbed his arm instinctively.
---
"What do we do?!"
---
Darshit looked at her.
---
And for a moment—
---
He hesitated.
---
Like he was about to make a choice.
---
A dangerous one.
---
Then—
---
He said something that changed everything—
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"This time…"
---
He stepped closer.
---
"…we do it differently."
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Her heart raced.
---
"What does that mean?"
---
But before he could answer—
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The world shattered.
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Light exploded around them.
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And everything—
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Went blank.
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✨ POV: Amisha Bundela
Morning.
---
Sunlight streamed through her window.
---
Birds chirping.
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Everything normal.
---
Again.
---
Amisha sat up slowly.
---
Her breath uneven.
---
"…It happened again."
---
Her gaze moved to her study table.
---
The notebook.
---
Still open.
---
The same words written.
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"Darshit dies."
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But now—
---
There was something new.
---
Something she didn't remember writing.
---
Her heart started racing.
---
She stood up slowly.
Walked toward it.
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And read—
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"Save him this time."
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Her hands trembled.
---
"…This time…?"
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Her mind echoed one terrifying truth—
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There had been a last time.
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🌌 END OF CHAPTER 4