I didn't write this story to scare you.
I wrote it to unbury you.
To reach inside that part of you that's still haunted by memories you never made.
To remind you that love doesn't have to wear white — sometimes, it wears shadows and has a heartbeat you can hear only when the world goes silent.
I created the Withered House not as a setting, but as a wound that never healed.
A place where mirrors reflect your desires before your face.
Where touch is both comfort and curse.
Where love doesn't ask for permission — it possesses.
Aanya is not just a character.
She is the girl who hears her name in the dark and listens.
She is every woman who's ever loved a manwho was never truly hers… and yet always will be.
Veer was never meant to be her salvation.
He was her ruin.
Her match.
The sin her soul had memorized long before they ever met.
I didn't write this story to give you answers.
I wrote it to make you feel.
To ache.
To yearn.
To wonder what parts of you might also belong to an attic that whispers back.
This story will not be kind.
But it will be honest.
And if you're brave enough to continue…
then know this:
The Withered House does not belong to the dead.
It belongs to the ones who loved too hard… and lived long enough to regret it.
— Unstoppable Aish
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