The phone buzzed again, more insistent this time.
Aditya grabbed it, eyes narrowing.
A new message from the unknown number:
4:15 AM
Here it is. Listen carefully.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Attached was an audio file titled:
"Summer9th_AdityaCall.mp3"
Jaanvi's fingers trembled as she tapped it open.
The room filled with muffled voices.
A boy's voice — tense, hurt, distant — it was Aditya's, unmistakably younger, raw with emotion.
"I just... I can't do this anymore. It's not fair to either of us. You're... you're too much, Jaanvi. I don't think you even know what you want."
Jaanvi's breath hitched.
She recognized the ache in that voice, the frustration, the hopelessness.
Aditya swallowed hard and closed his eyes as the recording continued.
"I thought... maybe if I left, it'd be easier. For both of us. I didn't want to hurt you... but I'm scared. Scared I'm not enough. Scared you're better off without me."
Jaanvi's eyes filled.
The voice cracked.
"I'm sorry. I hope someday you can forgive me."
Silence.
Then the recording ended.
The room felt unbearably heavy.
Aditya opened his eyes and met Jaanvi's gaze.
"I never wanted you to hear that."
Jaanvi blinked through tears, shaking her head slowly.
"I needed to."
Her voice was fragile but fierce.
Then her phone buzzed again.
New message.
4:18 AM
That was just a taste.
Want more?
Or maybe you want the one where you tell someone how pathetic he was for falling so fast?
Decide fast — this game's only just beginning.
Aditya's fingers tightened around his phone, knuckles white.
Jaanvi swallowed the lump in her throat.
"We have to stop this," she whispered.
Aditya nodded, voice low but steady.
"We will."
But neither of them knew how yet.
Some truths echo loud.
Some regrets are carried in voices.
And some invisible threads pull tighter the more you try to break free.
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