In this scene the FMC is just 16!!

Third person pov:-

The room was quiet, too quiet. The ceiling fan hummed lazily above, its rhythm almost mocking the stillness that had settled in. On the bed, a female lay motionless, fragile against the pale sheets. Strands of her hair fanned across the pillow, her lips parted slightly.

For a moment, she looked like a painting—delicate, unreal.

Then, a soft flutter.

Her fingers twitched, almost invisible, but there. A faint crease formed between her brows as her lashes trembled gaining consciousness.

A shallow breath escaped her chest, uneven, as though her lungs had just remembered their purpose.

Her lips quivered.

Slowly—agonizingly slowly—her eyelids peeled open, revealing the dazed blur of light pouring into the room. She blinked once. Twice. The world was sharp and blurry at the same time.

Her throat tightened, dry, but she managed a weak gasp.

Confusion painted her face. The air felt heavier, the silence louder. She shifted slightly, her body protesting with a dull ache that crawled through her veins.

And then came the realization—she's been kidnapped??

Ahh...my head !!"she hissed holding her head sitting on the bed.
Her eyes wanders around "wher..e am I??As far as I remember wasn't I in the park??then how come I in a room? Am I kidnapped?!" the realisation hit her harder then expected.....and then a thought struck her mind "Wait if I am kidnapped then how come I in a room so neat and tidy?and why the hell am not tied up to a chair?!ARGHHH!!" As I was lost in my thoughts I heard a click sound the door swung open and .......... A man entered ?.. he's scary !! he's giving me creepy vibes!!

"who are you?...or ..or mein...mein yhn kaise aai..?dekho tum..''

''shhhh!! darling what's so hurry ?"Come previsto, sei così bella e affascinante, non c'è da meravigliarsi che i Moritte ti abbiano scelta per Shivansh."he said as he took further steps towards me .

"dek..ho muj.hse dur raho!!''she said stepping backwards tears welled up in her eyes as fear crawled up her skin.

as she took steps back he held her wrist and yanked her forward

“P-please… PLEASE, chhodo mujhe!” she begged, her voice trembling as she squirmed in his iron grip.

But instead of loosening, his hold only tightened. Her heartbeat fastened, her mind went blank with fear. And without thinking twice , her knee shot upward kicking him where the sun doesn't shine.

He yelped sharply as he doubled over, clutching himself and without missing a beat she pushed him away and gathering ever ounce of courage she bolted out from the door towards the corridor.

Her feet pounded against the cold floor as she ran through the corridor, her breath ragged. The corridor stretched endlessly in front of her, dimly lit, shadows crawling on the walls.

And then— thud!

Her foot caught on something, and she falled downed kissing the ground. Pain shot through her palms as they scraped the floor. Her heart hammering, she turned her eyes to see what had tripped her.

Her breath hitched.

There, lying on the ground, was a man's dead body. His lifeless eyes stared into nothingness, his shirt soaked in a dark pool of blood that spread slowly across the tiles.

Her blood ran cold.

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She froze, her body refusing to move—because what she stumbled upon wasn’t just an object. It was death.

And then—voices.

At first faint, muffled, but with every passing second, they grew clearer… closer. Male voices, harsh and hurried, echoing down the corridor.

Fear clawed its way up her throat. Her legs trembled, but survival screamed louder than her fear. Forcing herself to move, she stumbled to her feet and darted towards the nearest door.

She slipped inside—it was small, dusty, more like a storeroom than anything else. The air was thick with the smell of wood and mothballs.

In the corner, she spotted —a towering almirah.

Her chest heaved as she sprinted to it, pulling the creaky door open just enough to slip inside. Darkness swallowed her whole.

She clamped her palms over her mouth, trying to silence her own ragged breaths. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto her trembling hands. Her body shook uncontrollably, every sound from outside making her heart jolt.

a mintue or two mintues passed ,The voices grew faint… fainter… until silence wrapped around her. Relief washed over her face, her chest rising and falling as she dared to believe—maybe, just maybe, she was safe.

And then-Click.

The almirah’s door creaked violently, flinging wide open.

Her eyes widened in horror.

There he was—standing in front of her, his shadow swallowing the light. A slow, twisted smirk stretched across his face, his eyes glinting with something dark, something cruel.

She couldn’t even scream.......and then

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