The evening sun cast a gentle amber glow over the tranquil landscape, filtering softly through the tall, swaying trees that surrounded the small farmhouse. Nestled amidst a lush, green patch of land, the house was a quaint retreat—more of a cozy vacation cottage than a permanent residence.

Its wooden beams and stone walls bore the marks of time, adding to its rustic charm. The porch was decorated with hanging flower pots, their vibrant blooms swaying gently in the evening breeze. The garden was modest but well-tended, with a small vegetable patch and a few fruit trees providing a peaceful, idyllic setting far from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Inside, the house exuded warmth and simplicity. The living room was furnished with comfortable sofas, a wooden coffee table, and shelves lined with books and family photographs.

A large window dominated one wall, offering a panoramic view of the surrounding greenery. This window was Avni Sharma’s favorite spot—her little sanctuary where she often sat with her college assignments, lost in her thoughts as the natural world unfolded outside.

On this particular evening, Avni was seated near that window, diligently working through her college assignments. Her dark eyes flicked back and forth across the pages, her pen moving swiftly in her hand.

The soft rustling of leaves and distant chirping of birds provided a soothing soundtrack to her studying. She was a girl of routine, disciplined and responsible, always trying to balance her studies with the peaceful simplicity of life in this secluded place.

As the sun began to dip lower, casting longer shadows across the land, her mother, Mrs. Sharma, stepped into the living room. Her face carried a gentle warmth, but her tone was tinged with urgency and affection. She approached Avni softly, her footsteps muffled on the wooden floor.

"Avni beta," Mrs. Sharma called gently, her voice soothing yet purposeful. "Your father and I are leaving now. We’re going to visit our friends in the city. We need to discuss some business matters, and it might take a few hours. We’ll be back by tomorrow morning."

Avni looked up from her assignments, her brow slightly furrowed. She knew her parents’ visits to the city were usually for important reasons, but she also understood that she was expected to handle things here alone, especially when she was trusted to be responsible.

Her mother continued, her voice calm but clear. "We’re leaving in a little while. Please make sure to lock all the doors and windows before it gets dark. It’s better to be safe, especially now that the evening is settling in."

Avni nodded obediently, setting her pen down quietly. "Okay, Ma. I’ll do that."

Mrs. Sharma smiled softly, placing a reassuring hand on her daughter’s shoulder. "Good girl. We’ll be back by morning. Call us if you need anything, alright?"

"Sure, Mom. Have a safe trip," Avni replied, her voice steady.

A few minutes later, her father appeared, clad in his work clothes, preparing to leave. He exchanged a quick hug with his wife and a reassuring glance with Avni. Then, with a nod, he stepped into the car, and they drove off down the gravel path, the engine’s hum fading into the distance as the evening deepened.

As the house settled into quiet, Avni resumed her work near the window, the soft light illuminating her focused face. She worked diligently, the peaceful surroundings lulling her into a calm rhythm. Time slipped by unnoticed for about two hours; her mind occupied with her assignments and the serene beauty outside.

Feeling a bit tired, she decided to take a break. She reached over to the small stove in the kitchen, where her favorite coffee machine sat ready.

The kitchen was a cozy space—simple but functional—with a large window on one wall. The window offered an unobstructed view of the greenery outside, where tall trees stood like silent guardians, their leaves whispering softly in the breeze.

She turned on the coffee machine, the warm hum filling the quiet kitchen. As the machine whirred to life, Avni leaned against the counter, gazing through the window.

Her eyes wandered over the trees, the grass, and the faint outline of the distant forest edge. Her mind drifted, lost in thought, until her gaze caught something unusual.

At first, she thought her eyes played tricks on her—a trick of the light or her tired mind. But then she saw it again—a movement near the trees, just beyond the house’s yard. Something was shifting behind the dense foliage, a flicker of motion that didn’t quite belong. Her heart skipped a beat.

She squinted, trying to focus on what she saw. Was it just a branch swaying in the wind? Or perhaps an animal moving stealthily? The movement was quick, almost too quick to be natural. Her curiosity piqued, she set her coffee aside and pushed the kitchen door open, stepping outside cautiously.

The cool evening air brushed against her skin as she stepped onto the porch. The trees rustled softly, leaves fluttering in the breeze. She looked around carefully, her eyes scanning the shadows and the underbrush.

But after a thorough search, she found nothing—no sign of anyone or anything unusual. The movement she thought she saw was gone, swallowed by the darkness or perhaps just her imagination.

Shaking her head slightly, she dismissed the feeling. “Probably just a bird or a squirrel,” she muttered to herself, trying to convince her anxious mind. She took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease. She glanced once more around the yard, then turned back inside, closing the door behind her.

As she waited for her coffee to brew, her thoughts swirled with questions. Was there really something out there? Or was she just overthinking it? The peaceful silence of the evening was suddenly tinged with a subtle sense of vulnerability—a reminder that even in this quiet, remote place, surprises could happen when least expected.

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small kitchen, wrapping Avni in a comforting warmth after her brief moment of unease outside. She took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent, and then carefully poured the steaming liquid into her favorite mug.

The warmth seeped into her hands as she carried the cup back to the living room, settling into her usual spot near the window where she had been earlier.

The soft glow of the evening cast a gentle hue over the room, and she leaned back comfortably, sipping her coffee slowly, allowing herself to relax for a moment.

For nearly two hours, she sat there, the peaceful silence punctuated only by the occasional bird song and the rustling of leaves outside. Her mind wandered through her thoughts, and she felt a rare sense of calm in the serenity of her isolated home.

The house's rustic charm, the quiet beauty of the surrounding trees, and the simple comfort of her routine made her feel safe—until, suddenly, that sense of security was shattered.

A faint, shushing sound drifted through the air—a soft, almost inaudible whisper that seemed out of place in the otherwise still evening. The sound was subtle, like a gentle hiss or the muffled rustle of fabric—something that didn’t belong.

Her heart thudded sharply in her chest, her senses sharpening instantly. The world outside seemed to pause, her entire focus narrowing onto that small, strange noise.

Her breath hitched as a cold wave of fear washed over her. Instinctively, her eyes darted around the room, trying to locate the source of the sound. She froze, listening intently. The house was silent again, but she felt it—the faint presence of someone nearby.

Her mind raced, trying to rationalize the possibilities. Maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks, a leftover echo from her earlier nervousness. Or perhaps the house, being in such a secluded spot, had its own natural sounds—creaking wood, shifting trees, the settling of the house itself.

But then, her eyes caught a shadow looming near the doorway leading to the next room—a dark, indistinct shape that moved slightly, almost like a person standing just out of clear view.

Her stomach clenched with dread. The shadow was too deliberate, too unnatural to be an animal or the wind. She felt her pulse quicken; her mind knew she was no longer alone.

Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought to stay composed. She knew she couldn’t afford to panic now. Her priority was to find a way out, to escape without drawing attention.

Her eyes flicked around the room for anything that might serve as a weapon or a tool for her defense, but she knew her best chance was to act quickly and quietly.

Taking a slow, controlled breath, she carefully shifted her position, trying not to make any noise. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she reached for the door handle, her fingers trembling slightly.

The shadows seemed to stretch and flicker as if they were alive, watching her every move. She moved toward the door with a mixture of caution and urgency, her mind racing for options.

The moment she reached the door, her mind made a split-second decision. She pushed the door open just enough to slip through without making a commotion. As she did, she heard the faintest sound—a soft, deliberate step, just outside the house. Her blood ran cold.

Without hesitation, she slammed the door shut behind her with all her strength. The sudden noise echoed in the quiet evening, a harsh clang that seemed to pierce the stillness.

Her heart pounded wildly, adrenaline surging through her veins as she burst into a sprint toward the front yard, her bare legs moving instinctively, driven by pure fear.

She could hear her pursuers—more than one—closing in behind her, their footsteps pounding on the ground, echoing ominously like a drumbeat of impending doom.

Their shouts and laughter, cruel and mocking, pierced through the night as she desperately tried to put as much distance between herself and whatever—or whoever—was after her.

She pushed herself harder, her breath ragged, her mind consumed with the primal instinct to survive. Every sound was amplified—the crackling of twigs underfoot, the rustling of leaves at her sides, the faint shouts of her attackers as they pursued her through the darkness.

She felt the rough bark of a low-hanging branch snagging her sleeve, but she didn’t slow down. Her focus was solely on escaping, on reaching safety.

Suddenly, her foot caught on a protruding root hidden beneath the undergrowth. Her body lurched forward, and she tumbled to the ground, landing awkwardly on her side with a sharp jolt.

Pain shot through her ankle, and she cried out softly as she hit the ground. Her head hit a rock or a rough patch of earth, and a sharp, searing pain exploded at her temple. Blood trickled down her forehead, warm and sticky, blurring her vision.

She tried to sit up, her vision dimming, her strength ebbing away. Her consciousness flickered like a fragile flame in the wind—she was slipping into unconsciousness. As her eyelids gets heavy she could only hear their laughter and deep inside she was terrified what could happen with her next moment.

So,

This book going to be very disturbing in many cases and many brutal things gonna be adding afterwards, so be mentally prepared!!

Though I maynot be able to write way good but The concept and story will be good just trust me!!

So, how you like the intoduction and what you think what can happen later plz state your points as well!!

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