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📖 Chapter 5: Secrets of Silence
"Zaryab’s Secret" In the morning, the city’s atmosphere was unusually quiet. Newspapers still carried headlines about Anwar’s death. But Alia’s heart was facing a storm of its own. She hadn’t closed her eyes all night—the words of Ayan, the killer’s message, and seeing Zaryab’s name on the list… all kept circling in her mind.
By dabeer hashmi6 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
📖the city streets were drowned in the darkness of night. Alia and Zaryab’s car moved slowly toward the newspaper office. A strange silence lingered between them. Alia’s mind was still haunted by Anwar’s “Hit List.” The shock of seeing her own name written on it was eating her from the inside.
By dabeer hashmi6 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
Chapter 2: "The Door of the Old Mansion" The night had grown deeper. The moon shimmered alone in the sky, while clouds drifted by, hiding it from sight every now and then. At the edge of Noorabad stood the old mansion, drowned in darkness. For years it had seemed abandoned, but tonight its silent walls felt as though they were hiding a secret from Alia.
By dabeer hashmi6 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
It was two o’clock at night. The narrow streets of the small town Noorabad were deserted and silent. The cold wind shook the branches of the trees, and dogs were barking somewhere far away. But suddenly, that silence was shattered by a blood-curdling scream. The scream was so terrifying that it felt as if someone’s soul was being crushed. Hearing it, a few neighbors nervously opened their windows, but the darkness was so deep that nothing could be seen. Moments later, the scream stopped. Only the sound of the wind remained. By the next morning, the entire town was in chaos. The news had spread: Anwar was dead — the same Anwar who ruled over the whole town with an iron fist. People hated him, yet they feared him. His body had been found in the garden of his bungalow. On his face were signs of horror, as though he had seen something at the moment of death that was beyond description. Aliya, a reporter for the Noorabad Gazette, arrived outside the bungalow early in the morning. Cameramen, journalists, and police had already gathered there. “Was this murder or an accident?” “Did Anwar’s enemies finally take revenge?” “Was that horrifying scream his?” People kept asking questions, but no one had the answers. Aliya pulled out her notebook and began taking notes. One thought kept echoing in her mind: “This isn’t just an ordinary story… there’s something hidden behind it.” At that very moment, her eyes fell upon a man standing away from the crowd. Tall, with deep eyes, and a strangely serious expression. Unlike the rest, he wasn’t making noise; he was silently observing everything Aliya froze for a second.
By dabeer hashmi6 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter Six
The yellow glow of the lanterns still illuminated the quiet street when the first patrol car arrived, followed closely by a second. The atmosphere, which had held an air of festivity just moments ago, now felt heavy with tension. Two officers stepped out—one in his mid-40s, with a square jaw and a rigid posture suggesting he hadn’t blinked since boot camp. The other was younger and leaner, holding his belt like a shield, as if authority was something to be gripped tightly. Their names were stitched across their chests: Hollins and Greaves.
By Neshzivne Dadirri7 months ago in Chapters
After The Sunset The Stars As My Witness. Content Warning.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned into uncertainty. Perseus held his face, elbow pressed against the table. The captain and his crew drowned out his thoughts with their drunken slurred tales most of them made up trying to outshine the other sailors. Everyone shouting at the top of their lungs, all their words meshing up to what a disaster could sound like. Perseus thought he would have gotten used to this by now, but the more he was around them the more annoyed he was by them. He couldn't lash out either because he needed them to get to wherever the gorgon resided.
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) 7 months ago in Chapters
MY CRUEL LOVE,CHAPTER 2
My Cruel Love That same night, after Maya agreed to Arman's cruel deal, He kissed her with a brutal hunger, leaving her lips torn. It wasn't passion—it was punishment. A cruel release of the rage he had bottled up inside him. But Maya didn't fight it. She just. took it. Silent. Still. Broken.
By Story writes7 months ago in Chapters
