* Sinful Phase Note – Aish the Unstoppable 🖤**
To my bold little sinful ShadowHearts,
This chapter is not just a whisper. It's a touch down the spine. A gasp in the dark. And a memory trying to crawl back to life.
Every secret you're about to read was born from a truth too dangerous to speak aloud.
So hold tight to your obsidian pendants, straighten your crowns, and let the darkness guide you.
Because someone's about to say her name again—and this time, it will burn.
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**Aanya's POV**
Her breath fogged in the still air as she stepped back from the mirror. The silence cracked like glass. Her reflection had vanished—but the echoes hadn't.
Her palms were damp, trembling. She gripped the banister of the grand staircase, feeling its old oak grain beneath her fingertips. The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across the marbled floor.
Aanya was dressed in a crimson velvet blouse with pearl buttons, tucked into high-waisted black trousers. Her long wavy hair fell messily over one shoulder, slightly damp from the storm that still drummed beyond the stained-glass windows. Her feet were bare. She hadn't even noticed.
Something cold touched her spine.
She spun.
No one.
But the whisper came.
"You wore red the last time you lied."
She nearly dropped the candle.
A gust of wind slipped through the hallway.
And then, he appeared.
**Veer's POV**
He stepped from the shadows—slow, deliberate. The long black overcoat he wore swept behind him like smoke. Underneath, a wine-colored turtleneck hugged his frame, and his black trousers were slick with rain. His boots clicked against the marble.
Aanya's eyes locked onto his hand.
A silver ring glinted on his finger. Simple. Cold. Familiar.
He didn't smile.
"You said my name like it was a sin. Say it again."
Her lips parted. Not in fear.
In recognition.
The air crackled between them.
"You—" she breathed.
He stepped closer. "The House remembers what we did."
And then, from beneath her blouse, something pressed against her skin. Burning.
She yanked it out—the **pendant**. Obsidian, coiled with silver shaped like a serpent, with ruby eyes that glowed like rage. It hadn't been there a moment ago. But now it was pulsing.
Her eyes widened. "What the hell is this?"
Veer looked down. His gaze darkened.
"She gave it to you?"
"Who?"
But Veer didn't answer.
Instead, he reached out. His fingers barely brushed hers, but the air thickened—like memory was being rewound and played again, backward.
Her aunt's voice. The serpent. A mirror cracking from within.
Aanya fell to her knees.
Veer crouched beside her. "I didn't want to come back. But you opened the door, Aanya. Not just Room 13. The other one. The one beneath us."
Her heart pounded.
And then—a sound.
A floorboard creaking.
From behind them.
The light dimmed. The candle extinguished.
A voice—childlike, trembling—whispered behind them:
"That pendant... was my mother's."
Aanya turned.
And saw her.
A girl. Pale. Hair like tangled ivy. A dress torn and faded. Her eyes, black and hollow.
In her hand?
A broken doll with no face.
"Who are you?" Aanya asked, the words trembling out.
But the girl didn't answer.
Instead, she stared at Veer.
And whispered—
"You promised not to let her die."
The chandelier above them groaned.
The ground shivered.
And the pendant?
It screamed.
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** Author's Note – Aish, the Queen of Haunted Promises 👑🕯️**
My ShadowHearts, did you feel that?
The House isn't waiting anymore. It's pulling them both into the pit of memory and punishment.
Who is the whispering girl?
What lies beneath the floorboards?
And what did Veer promise… and break?
Next chapter, the truth won't knock. It'll claw.
Vote, share, whisper it to your mirrors.
We're just getting started.
**—Unstoppable Aish 💀💌
Your Queen of Twisted Love and Gothic Sins —**