The photo sat on Meher’s vanity like a curse she couldn’t look away from.
Same eyes. Same smile. Same haunting shape of the mouth.
The girl in Kabir’s arms looked too much like her.
Too much to be coincidence.
“Who was she?” Meher asked that night, holding the photo up like a weapon.
Kabir froze.
“I’m not playing anymore,” she said, voice low. “Tell me, or I leave.”
He took the picture with shaking fingers. Sat down slowly. As if the weight of memory hurt.
“Her name was Sana.”
Meher's heart thudded.
“She was my first love,” Kabir said quietly. “And my brother’s obsession.”
“Why does she look like me?”
He looked up, eyes full of something deeper than guilt. “Because Rehan made sure she did.”
Meher blinked. “What?”
“He hunted her because she looked like the girl we both remembered from childhood. The girl who was kind to us when no one else was. He couldn’t have her. So he… destroyed her.”
“And you?”
Kabir’s voice cracked. “I tried to save her. I failed.”
Meher took a shaky step back. “So I’m a shadow. A replacement.”
“No,” he said, rising. “You’re the only thing I didn’t plan for. The only thing that scares me.”
Tears burned her eyes.
Because now, she didn’t know what she was anymore—
Wife? Pawn? Ghost?
Or just a reflection
Of a girl who died
Before her story could begin.
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