Aaranya: The Forgotten Dream

The morning sun barely pierced through your curtains, but the familiar, comforting chaos of the Sharma household was already in full swing. Shouts, laughter, the screech of a fire alarm – it was a symphony of your everyday life. You danced into the living room, your dupatta flying, your phone blasting music, earning you the usual affectionate exasperation from your friends.

Later, in the classroom, the dull routine was broken by Aadhya's sudden, alarming collapse. A strange feeling prickled at your spine – something about it felt wrong, ancient. Then, as the day wore on, the unsettling feeling from the bathroom mirror lingered, and back in your quiet room that night, a terrifying red symbol appeared in your diary – a symbol you didn't draw. The pages flipped on their own, revealing this chilling mark. The world you thought you knew feels less solid, and the whispers of something ancient are growing louder.