Soumya's eyes snapped open, her heart racing like a runaway train. The darkness enveloped her, suffocating. She gasped for air, her sheets drenched in sweat.

A nightmare had again invaded her sleep, resurrecting the ghosts she thought she'd buried.

She tossed off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the ground. The cool floorboards helped anchor her to reality.

But the memories lingered, taunting her.

Flickering images of that fateful night danced in her mind: the sound of shattering glass, the scent of smoke, the feeling of helplessness.

Soumya's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. 3:47 AM glowed on the screen. She scrolled through her contacts, hesitating over Hardik's name.

No, she couldn't burden him with her demons.

Instead, she rose from bed and padded to the window. The city outside was quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

Soumya's gaze drifted to the cricket bat leaning against the wall, a symbol of her escape. She had built a life around the sport, finding solace in the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.

But tonight, the bat seemed inadequate against the monsters that haunted her.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek, betraying her resolve. Soumya wiped it away, her jaw clenched.

She wouldn't let the darkness consume her.

With a newfound determination, Soumya began to pace, her footsteps echoing through the silence.

She would face her fears, conquer them.

For herself.

For her cricket.

For the future.

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a warm glow on Soumya's resolved face.

It's like a trailer . Hello guys after a long time I am here to update the most awaited book of my mine , I guess 😅.
Well there are secrets that are hidden in layers and it will be revealed one by one .
Thanks!!