Bishnupriya_Parida

Aarav awakens in a world that defies logic—a place where time distorts, shadows move on their own, and the walls seem to whisper secrets. He doesn’t remember how he got here, but he knows one thing: he is not alone.

Then he sees her. A girl with piercing golden eyes who speaks in riddles and seems to understand the chaos surrounding them. She warns him—this place is not just a prison, it’s a test. And those who fail? They vanish.

As unseen forces close in, Aarav must navigate a labyrinth of shifting corridors and cryptic messages. Every step brings him closer to the truth, but also to something darker—a secret buried within himself, waiting to be unlocked.

The rules of reality no longer apply. If Aarav doesn’t escape soon, he won’t just lose his life—he’ll lose himself.

The Reflection Paradox

Aarav's breath hitched as the figure stepped out. The mirror behind it wavered like disturbed water before solidifying again.

A perfect copy. Same height, same clothes, same expression. But something was... missing.

The other Aarav tilted his head, studying him with an unnatural stillness. His eyes—empty, hollow, wrong.

"You look surprised," the copy said, voice smooth, calm. Too calm.

Aarav took a step back, his pulse thundering in his ears. This isn't happening. This isn't real.

The copy mirrored his movements. Perfectly. As if mocking him.

Aarav's mind raced. If this was real, if this thing had really taken his place—what was he now? A shadow? A ghost?

"You hesitated," the copy continued, stepping closer. "You took too long. Now, I take your life."

Aarav clenched his fists. No. He wouldn't let this happen.

His mind screamed for an escape, but there was nowhere to run. The room wasn't just his room anymore. The walls seemed to stretch, warping in ways that made his stomach twist.

"Give up." The copy smiled. A cruel, cold smile.

Aarav lunged forward without thinking. His fist connected—but not with flesh.

He stumbled, heart pounding. What was this thing?

The copy laughed, the sound sending shivers down his spine.

"You still don't understand, do you?" The smile widened. "You're the shadow now."

Aarav's chest tightened. No. That wasn't possible. He wasn't the fake one. He was real.

Then why… why couldn't he touch anything?

Panic clawed at his mind. He turned to the door, reaching for the handle—but his fingers passed through.

The Man in the Mirror