Mapleleaf_770

Story of girl who was struggling with everyday life she moves to a new country with the help of a scholarship. She just fell for someone who was beyond her expectation. She never knew what he felt.
"I was falling for him in a way i never wanted to but was he mine ever!"

"She was his only salvation—if he ever fell into the abyss, she would be his escape. If he were to die, he would rise again, only for her."
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Go where the stars take you

His body was still, but inside, his mind was tearing through every possibility. Every mistake. Every miscalculation.

Because something about this was wrong. Deeply wrong.

He had expected a war. Bullets, blood, a battlefield.

Instead, he was facing a man who looked at him like he already knew how this would end.

The stranger exhaled, amused. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Aksh."

Aksh's smirk was sharp, controlled. "I don't believe in ghosts."

The man took another step forward, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. "You should. Because yours have been following you for a long, long time."

The words struck something deep inside him, something unshakable.

Aksh tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Enough riddles. If you wanted me dead, you'd have tried already. So tell me—what do you want?"

The man's lips curled into a slow, taunting smile. "Oh, I don't want anything from you, Aksh." His voice dropped, like he was letting him in on a secret.

"I just want to watch you remember."

Aksh's pulse didn't falter, but something inside him did.

Because for the first time since stepping into this room, he wasn't thinking about his empire, his enemies, or his power.

He was thinking about something else.

The stranger tilted his head, watching him like he was enjoying the struggle in his silence. "Tell me—" His voice was almost gentle now.

"Why do you think you get the nightmares?"

A flicker of something colder than fear passed through Aksh's veins.

But his expression didn't change. "Everyone has nightmares."

The man laughed. A slow, deliberate sound. "Not like yours."

His eyes glinted. "Not the same as hers."

Aksh's fingers twitched, his mind locking onto the only person who shared his nightmares. Ahana.

The stranger saw the flicker in his eyes and smiled. "There it is."

Aksh clenched his jaw. "Who the hell are you?"

The man stepped into the last sliver of light, and for the first time, Aksh saw him fully.

Dark eyes. A face carved with experience, with cruelty. With history.

And in that moment, something inside Aksh twisted.

The man leaned in slightly, voice quiet but sharp as a blade.

His lips curled into something terrifying.

A sharp wind cut through the suffocating silence.

The lights vanished in a blink, swallowing the room whole.

Aksh didn't move. Didn't flinch. His senses sharpened as his fingers twitched toward his concealed weapon. But it was already too late.

A presence that had loomed in front of him, so solid, so real—was gone.

His breath was steady, but his pulse was a storm, roaring beneath his skin.

Then, just as abruptly as the light had disappeared—

Something brushed against his hand. A piece of paper, delicate, almost weightless, but carrying the full weight of something heavier than bullets.

Then, his lighter flicked open, the small flame casting a dim glow over the note.

The words were written in precise, merciless strokes.

"I'll meet you again when you remember me."

But it was the next line that sent ice through his veins.

"She is the past, but before you remember—"

Aksh didn't blink. Didn't breathe.

The air around him had turned to something bitter, suffocating.

Then, slowly, he exhaled. A single breath, cold and sharp.

His fingers crushed the note in his fist.

Vanishing Shadow