7 . When my sister became heroine

It was afternoon, and Chahat stood frozen in front of the ruined house, staring in shock at the woman standing before her—Vartika, her sister.

She couldn't understand what Vartika was doing in this story. But when Vartika addressed her as Vrinda instead of Chahat, it hit her—maybe Vartika was a character in this novel too. Still, she didn't know in what role this sister—who had taken away everything from her: her parents, her love—existed in this fictional world.

Chahat looked at her, confused, and asked,

"Who are you?"

Vartika looked at her strangely and then smiled, replying,

"You forgot me so quickly? I'm Anira… Ashwat's friend. We met just three or four days ago. But you looked different then, and today you look... changed."

She looked her up and down.

Of course — Vrinda always tried to win Ashwat's love, always dressed up with full makeup and jewelry, but Ashwat never even glanced her way.

But the one standing here now wasn't Vrinda. It was Chahat — someone who had suffered enough in her real life, but had now decided to rise from all that pain, stronger than ever. She would not let anyone come between her and her happiness — no one.

When Chahat heard that this girl who looked exactly like her sister Vartika was calling herself Anira, she realized: This was the female lead of the story — or perhaps the villain in Ashwat's life.

Yes, because of her, Ashwat eventually dies in the story.

If Anira had never come into his life, maybe he could've been saved.

But none of that really mattered to Chahat. This wasn't her story anyway… right?

Instead of answering her, Chahat asked directly,

"What are you doing here?"

Anira replied with a sigh,

"Oh, maybe you don't know — this used to be my house. My parents and I lived here. But there was an accident… they died. I don't even know how I survived. I just come here sometimes when I miss them."

Chahat nodded silently.

She said nothing and turned to leave when Anira stopped her.

"Where will you go alone? Come, I'll drop you."

She gestured to her luxury car nearby.

Chahat looked at the expensive vehicle, then shook her head.

"No need. I'll go on my own."

She walked away and got into a taxi.

Anira stood there, watching her leave, then also got into her car and drove off.

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Chahat sat in the taxi, looking out of the window, wondering:

Why did Anira have to look like Vartika?

Why couldn't she resemble someone else? Why Vartika?

She had left everything behind to end her life — and yet here she was, pulled into this story by that sage.

And now that Vartika was in the story… could Anshuman be here too?

Before she could find answers to those questions, she arrived back at the house.

She paid the driver, stepped out, and looked at the beautiful garden filled with plants and flowers.

She walked toward it and sat under a tree, admiring the flowers in front of her.

Whenever Chahat was troubled, she found comfort among plants and trees.

They brought her peace — and often, clarity.

She sat there reflecting on the past three days, everything that had happened to her.

No one could have imagined the chaos she'd been through.

In her real life, her parents and friends had ignored her. Then her love chose her sister over her.

And to top it all, her own parents questioned the very reason for her existence — her birth.

It hurt deeply.

What kind of child wants to hear that her parents mourned her birth?

Sure, Chahat wasn't special like Vartika, and she wasn't good at expressing her emotions.

But that didn't mean she didn't deserve love.

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She wondered:

Why was she brought into this story as Vrinda?

Why not someone else?

She could've been Anira — the heroine.

But no, she was given Vrinda's role, nothing more.

When she had read this novel, she felt her life mirrored Vrinda's.

Vrinda's life hadn't been great either.

Her maternal uncle and aunt didn't let her study much, and then, for money, married her off to Ashwat — without caring whether he was the right man for her.

They simply wanted to be rid of her.

When Chahat read about Vrinda, she realized — Vrinda's life was just like hers.

No one cared about her — not her family, not her husband.

Just like her own life — no love from her parents, no love from Anshuman.

It was all just… an illusion.

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Chahat was now wondering what she should do in this story.

Should she save Ashwat, endure his insults, and stop his tragic fate?

Or should she just focus on building her own life?

For a moment, she thought maybe… just maybe, she should save him.

With that thought, she got up and went inside the room.

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Night fell.

Chahat was standing by the window, looking at the moon — her silent companion.

The moon had always been there for her pain.

It was the only one she had ever shared her joys and sorrows with.

Looking at it, she whispered,

"Why is this happening to me? In my real life, I was misunderstood. My own people became my enemies. And now, here… my own sister Vartika has entered as Anira. I don't know what's going on in my life anymore…"

Two tears rolled down her cheeks.

As she wiped them, someone entered the room.

Chahat quickly wiped her eyes and was about to turn around when suddenly — someone slammed her against the wall.

Her face was toward the wall, and the person's hand was above her head, trapping her.

She couldn't turn to see who it was.

Chahat tried to scream, but the person quickly covered her mouth.

She struggled to break free, but the grip was too strong.

She couldn't escape.

Finally, when she gave up struggling, the cold, terrifying voice of that person whispered in her ear:

"Just like you lost trying to escape me now…

You're a loser in life too.

Don't even think of challenging me.

I know exactly what you're up to.

So stay in your limits —

and rot in your corner, you pathetic village girl."

The chill in that voice made her bones tremble.

She had no strength left to turn and see who was standing behind her, threatening her like this.

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Who was that person standing behind Chahat?

What will Chahat do now?

Will she remain trapped in this story forever —

or will she find a way out?

To know more… keep reading:

Rebirth in Novel

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