**Author's Note – Unstoppable Aish 💛🌊**
Hey my bold little Shadow Hearts, welcome to the hallway of echoes. This chapter isn't just a continuation. It is a confession the House wants to make—through lips that are not its own.
Mirror reflections lie. But names?
They remember. And someone in this house has remembered Aanya's name like it was a sin worth repeating.
So step carefully.
Because the House is watching who says it next.
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**Recap of Chapter 2:**
The letter arrived under a blood moon. One that knew her secrets. One that bled warnings into the sky.
Aanya returned to a home that breathed grief, and opened a mirror-letter that whispered: "He remembers what you made him become."
Veer—the boy in the mirror, the man in her scream—stepped through shadows.
And when Aanya looked into the mirror, her reflection smiled without her.
Behind her: Veer.
Closer.
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**Aanya's POV**
The smile on her reflection didn't vanish.
Not even when she stepped back.
It was still her face.
But not her.
That version of her in the mirror tilted her head slowly, like studying prey that forgot how to run.
"You're not me," Aanya whispered.
The smile widened.
And then the reflection said it—low and reverent:
"But I remember who you used to be."
Aanya stumbled away, hand clutching the stair rail like it could anchor her sanity.
Below, the chandeliers swayed gently.
The air shifted.
Flash of memory
Veer's lips.
Blood on the mirror.
Her aunt screaming from inside Room 13—*but the door had never opened.*
The reflection blinked out.
And when she looked again—it was gone.
**Veer's POV**
He stood where the walls couldn't reach.
Where the House had fractured.
His fingers grazed the cracked wallpaper.
A scent filled the air—her perfume, aged with time and longing.
He didn't want to become this.
But the mirror never lies.
"She touched it first," he whispered. "She made the promise. And now the House demands payment."
His chest burned with a memory.
Her voice, once breathless against his skin:
*"Don't forget me."*
He hadn't.
He couldn't.
And tonight—he wouldn't let her forget either
Aanya ran to the front door.
It flung open without touch.
The outside world? Still.
The sky above? Black. No stars.
And on the porch floor—written in ash:
**"Room 13 isn't the only door you opened."**
A soft sigh reached her ear.
She turned.
Veer.
In full.
Standing in the doorway she thought she'd locked.
"You said my name like it was a sin. Say it again."
And the candlelight behind her... went out.
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** Author's Note – From Aish, Queen of Sinful Whispers 💕🕯️**
My bold little shadow hearts Chapter 3 has arrived like an exhale on your neck.
Did you feel it?
Did you hear him say her name?
Vote, comment, scream.
Tell me: is Veer the obsession, or is it Aanya who won't survive the truth?
Let the mirror remember you.
**—Unstoppable Aish 🚀
Your Queen of Haunting Hooks —**