Eternal whispers

It was nighttime, but Nadia Begum's restlessness refused to subside. The clock's hands kept moving forward, increasing her worry. Eventually, exhausted, she called out to her husband.

"Kamran! Kamran! Are you listening?"

He was half-reclined on the sofa, wearing his glasses, holding the TV remote, and flipping through channels. His full attention was on the television, but Nadia Begum's voice had now turned stern.

"Yes, I'm listening. Now what?" Kamran said irritably.

"Seira hasn't come home yet! She only went to complete an assignment—it usually takes her an hour or so, but it's been five hours now. Go check the library. I'm really worried."

Nadia Begum took the remote from his hand, turned off the TV, and placed it on the table in front of them.

Kamran shook his head in frustration, took off his glasses, put them next to the remote, and muttered as he walked out.

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At the Library...

The library was almost empty. Most students had left, and only one or two people remained here and there.

Seira was silently immersed in her book, her elbow resting on the table, holding the book in one hand and flipping the pages with the other. She was so engrossed that she had completely lost awareness of her surroundings.

A short distance away, a handsome young man sat, a gleam of curiosity in his bright eyes. He had been sitting there for the past five hours, observing her every movement intently.

Then, suddenly, Seira's book slipped from her hand onto the table.

On the open page, the words were written clearly:

"Seira, come to me!"

The brightness in the boy's eyes dimmed.

Seira's face turned pale, as if someone had drained the life out of her. A mix of fear, confusion, and astonishment was evident on her face.

These words...! Was it a coincidence or reality?