Her husband is missing. She says she doesn't know where he is. But something about Isha doesn't sit right. Her silence is unsettling, her grief too perfect, too rehearsed. Secrets are buried in the walls of the house, but are they her secrets, or someone else's? Isha plays the grieving wife, but is that the truth, or just a mask hiding the woman beneath? As Raghav digs deeper into her past, his obsession with her spirals. He can't look away - but should he even want to? Every step closer to the truth only unravels more questions. Is she the victim, or is she the one in control, pulling the strings and leading him down a twisted path? With bodies in the backyard, buried lies, and dangerous games, Raghav can't help but wonder: can anyone really be trusted? The more he uncovers, the more he's drawn into her web. And when the truth finally comes crashing down, will he survive what he's about to learn - or will he become just another victim of Isha's perfect, deadly game?
I am, first and always, a reader. Over time, reading became more than just a hobby it became a doorway to a world I wanted to be a part of more deeply. That's how my journey into writing began. Writing, for me, is about creating a safe space a world entirely my own where I can pour my thoughts, experiences, emotions, and imagination without fear. It's where I feel most authentic and free. My ultimate goal is to become a published author. I want to share the stories that live inside me, stories that might make someone feel seen the way books have always made me feel.
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