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Shreyal Gada

Fantasy Inspirational Thriller

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Shreyal Gada

Fantasy Inspirational Thriller

Safe Room, Silent Prison!!

Safe Room, Silent Prison!!

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We huddled together in the dimly lit room, our hearts racing with every knock on the door. There were three of us: Sia, Mahek and me. We were trying to protect Maya, who had been receiving threats from an unknown group. The door creaked under the pressure of their demands.

"Open up! We just want to talk!" a voice boomed from the other side.

I stood firm, my hand on the door handle. "I won't let you in. What if you're here to harm us?"

The voices grew louder, more insistent. Sia whispered, "What do we do? We can't stay here forever."

Mahek checked the locks, his eyes scanning the room for any weakness. Maya trembled, her eyes wide with fear.

I took a deep breath. "We'll keep you safe, Maya. I promise."

The knocking continued, relentlessly. We held our ground, determined to protect one another.

As the hours passed, the voices outside grew quieter. But we remained silent, unsure of what lay ahead.

Would we make it out safely? Only time would tell.

This story is inspired by my dream. 

I stood guard, shielding my heart from the world outside. The door creaked under the pressure of emotions, each knock a potential threat to my fragile feelings. I was trapped in this internal safe room, surrounded by fragments of my own fears and doubts.

Sia, my rational side, whispered warnings: "Be cautious, don't let them in." Mahek, my logical mind, analyzed the risks: "What if they hurt you?" And Maya, my vulnerable heart, trembled with fear, remembering past wounds.

The voices outside my heart's door boomed, tempting me to open up: "Trust us, let us in." But I hesitated, fearing the pain of heartbreak. "What if you're here to harm me?" I replied, my defenses on high alert.

As the emotional knocking continued, I held firm, determined to protect my heart. Sia urged caution, Mahek strategized, and Maya yearned for connection. But I knew the risks.

In this internal struggle, I realized that the safe room was both a refuge and a prison. Would I ever find the courage to open the door, or would I remain locked away, safe but isolated?

                        ~Shreyal Gada~


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