Hey bold little shadow hearts— that : They say the Withered House weeps when someone lies inside it.
But the first time it cried for me…
It whispered his name, not mine.
"Aanya..."
It wasn't the wind.
It wasn't a dream.
It was a voice that sounded like it had already kissed me — long before my lips remembered how.
Velvet-sin, soaked in secrets, crawling from behind a locked attic door that no one had opened in years.
And the worst part?
I knew that voice.
Because Veer had once said my name like that too —
Low. Forbidden. Like touching me might wake the House.
That night, something ancient inside me cracked.
Not fear.
Not pain.
It was recognition.
By morning, I didn't tell anyone about the whisper.
I didn't need to.
Because when I stepped out into the grey mist and looked into Veer's eyes —
Eyes I once swore I'd never look into again —
He didn't ask if I'd heard it.
He only said, "It found you too."
The House was waiting for me. For us.
I could feel it in the walls — how they pulsed beneath my fingers, warm and wet, like breathing skin.
Every corner remembered the shape of his touch.
Every mirror remembered the way we used to watch each other when we thought no one else was watching.
Every whisper carried our names, knotted together like a curse disguised as a love letter.
This House doesn't just haunt.
It hungers.
It remembers the night Veer and I crossed a line.
The kiss we never spoke of.
The lie that followed.
The body that was never found.
And the girl in the mirror who watches me sleep — her eyes hollow, her smile too much like mine.
I came here to forget the past.
But the House has no future. Only rot, ritual, and reminders.
"You were mine before the curse," Veer once whispered into my neck.
"And you'll be mine after."
So no, this isn't just a ghost story.
It's a love that was buried too deep.
A touch that never healed.
A death that never stopped echoing.
If you came here looking for a romance with roses and candlelit kisses —
Leave.
But if you've ever tasted someone you weren't supposed to want...
If you've ever whispered someone's name long after they left the room...
If you believe houses can remember what lovers try to forget —
Then welcome to Whispers of the Withered House.
Shut the door behind you.
Don't blink at the mirrors.
And whatever you do…
Don't say your name out loud.
Because once it hears you,
It never forgets.
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