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There's something deeply wrong with the way I opened my eyes today.

It took a moment - maybe longer - for my vision to adjust. The light was too white, too sharp. Not like the soft glow of my room's fairy lights or the warm shade of my bedside lamp. This was... unnatural.

I blinked again.

Where the hell was I?

I was lying on a narrow, steel-framed single bed - not my queen-sized one. The walls were off-white, faded with time, with cracks running near the ceiling. There was a basic dressing table, a rusty almirah, and a tiny iron-barred window beside the bed, letting in streaks of sunlight and dust.

None of this was mine.

My room was four times this size. My books, my plants, my chaos - gone.

My heart pounded. Panic or confusion. I couldn't tell the difference.

And then the headache hit - sharp, blinding, angry. The back of my head throbbed like someone had slammed it against something.

I sat up slowly, every nerve in my spine pulling tight. My hands began to tremble as I stood up, legs unsteady. I walked toward the dressing table slowly, staring at my own reflection. The face staring back looked like me - but not exactly.

The clothes weren't mine. There was a red thread around my wrist, I didn't remember tying. My nails were clipped short - too short. I never kept them this short.

I tried to remember what happened.

Nothing.

Well - no wait.

I remembered something.

Last night. A book. I was curled up in my home's private library, half-buried in a blanket, reading some crime thriller with a cup of coffee long gone cold. The world had faded around me as I got pulled into the twisted pages of a novel. A dark romance. A serial killer mystery.

The lead? Saumya Yadav - a fierce, unrelenting police officer in a high-stakes case. She was tracking a serial killer who was as brilliant as he was terrifying - a monster who played games with her, left cryptic messages, and always stayed one step ahead.

The author had painted her world in terrifying clarity. "Her police quarters weren't much of a home. A single bed with a torn mattress, an ancient wooden dressing table with a cracked mirror, a steel cupboard, and a small window that faced the back alley. No photos. No warmth. Just dust and silence."

I turned slowly. My stomach dropped.

The room I was in...was exactly that.

The same furniture. The same layout. The same damn window. This wasn't similar - it was an exact replica.

Or maybe it wasn't a replica.

Maybe it was the same room.

No. No, that's not possible.

I stumbled toward the uniform hanging on the wall. Neat. Pressed. Police Uniform.

I hadn't noticed it before. Not clearly. But now? It was the only thing in the room glowing like a warning sign.

I reached for the nameplate with shaking fingers.

Saumya Yadav.

I didn't breathe.

I couldn't.

What. The. Hell.

My pulse roared in my ears. My head throbbed harder. My hand flew to the back of my skull - and yeah, something had definitely hit me. The pain was too specific, too hot. But I didn't remember a single damn thing after falling asleep last night.

I looked at the phone on the side table. It wasn't mine. But my fingers knew the pattern lock.

It opened. Just like that.

Messages. Contacts. Calendar invites. All under the name: Officer Saumya Yadav.

My confusion shifted into something darker. Like drowning in cold water. Like falling through the story instead of just reading it.

Because this wasn't my world anymore.

I had woken up in hers.

And if this was the start of her story...

Then I knew how bloody it was going to get.

Hope the prologue messed with your head just enough to make you want more...💋

So tighten your damn choli, my naughty readers - Because this story? It's not built on sweet little love stories or fairy tale romances. Nope. It's raw. Messed up. Full of chaotic intimacy, twisted power play, obsession, control, and all the deliciously dangerous things your mother warned you about.

And as for the ending? Don't ask me if it's happy or sad-because honestly. I don't even know if anyone makes it out alive.

So yeah... Read at your own risk.💀

BY CRESENT...🚩