The world is not cruel by nature. Nothing created by the Almighty is ever truly ugly or unkind. It is we, humans, who transform into something monstrous. Our conscience, our hearts, and our emotions—they are the ones that birth shadows, turning the world around us into a landscape of pain.
We sink into depths as dark as the ocean's abyss, dragged down by uninvited conflicts, misunderstandings, and the fraying threads of relationships. Sometimes we build walls of silence; other times, we become so entangled in the vines of loyalty and betrayal that the path to freedom vanishes.
My world is no different. I am trapped in a complex web of destiny—a chaotic noise that has swallowed my peace. I am fading... disappearing into the void.
But I know someone will return. One day, every question will find its answer.
"I know this locked world will open one day," Arin Mehnan Chowdhury whispered to the shadows. "Every agonizing moment I've spent burning in pain will become a distant dream. Was it my choice to vanish? No. I could never stay in one place. They will find me, but I will be hunting them too. This war continues until the last smile belongs to the truth."
The Night of Silence
The silence of the graveyard was so heavy that even the stars seemed to hold their breath. A young man sat on his knees, staring at the sky with eyes filled with disbelief and haunting agony.
His voice broke, echoing against the cold tombstones. "Why? Why did you leave me so helpless? Why did you sacrifice your entire life for me without a second thought?"
He looked upward, pleading. "O Almighty! Either take me with you... or give me back the time I lost. Let me fix the mistakes I made in my ignorance!"
Suddenly, a night bird shrieked in the distance. The air grew thick. The young man's face hardened, the grief turning into cold steel. An invisible whisper seemed to float on the wind: "Time is ready and waiting for you."
"I know they are looking for me," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "But this time, I am ready."
The Fall of Nawabpur
A sister and a brother. Two lives shattered in a single night.
Arin Mehnan Chowdhury, eighteen.
Arid Jehnan Chowdhury, fifteen.
Their world changed when their parents were murdered. The glittering mansion in Nawabpur, once a symbol of power, turned into a graveyard in an instant. Their father had been at the pinnacle of political influence, a name everyone feared and respected.
But before their grandfather's death, a dark conspiracy had already cast its shadow. Knowing his younger brothers were snakes in disguise, the grandfather had willed all his property to his eldest granddaughter, Arin.
No one expected the uncles to be so cold-blooded. Driven by the fire of revenge and greed, they murdered their own brother.
And then... Arin and Arid vanished.