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You Forgot Me

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Synopsis
"You may not remember your past... but someone else does." Kiara Kapoor's life was divided into before and after the accident. Before - a childhood full of memories she once treasured. After - a blank space where those memories used to exist. Doctors called it memory loss. To Kiara, it felt like pieces of her life had simply... disappeared. But forgotten memories don't always stay gone. Somewhere in the shadows of the internet, a hacker known only as Vishwa begins appearing in Kiara's life. Private messages she never shared. Old secrets she can't even remember. Fragments of a past she thought was lost forever. Someone is watching her. Someone who knows every detail of the childhood she forgot. And slowly, dangerously, Vishwa begins pulling the strings of Kiara's life - exposing truths, breaking trust, and turning her world into a puzzle she doesn't understand. Because sometimes the most dangerous enemy... is the one you once trusted the most. And sometimes revenge begins with a simple message: "Some memories disappear. Others come back for revenge."
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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1- The Blank Screen

Disclaimer / Copyright :

Disclaimer: This story and all characters are my original creations. Please do not copy, redistribute, or plagiarize. All rights reserved.

Character Introduction:

Characters:

Kiara: The main protagonist. Lost part of her childhood memories, smart, brave, and curious.

Vishwa: A mysterious hacker. Observes Kiara and leaves cryptic messages.

This is my first story, so I'll be posting chapters weekly on Sundays. I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1 :

Kiara's POV:

The café was quiet, save for the soft clinking of cups and the low hum of conversations drifting through the air.

I sat near the window, a cup of coffee slowly cooling beside my laptop. My eyes were fixed on the screen.

A completely blank screen.

The deadline was tomorrow.

A voice whispered inside my head. What are you doing?

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I was supposed to prepare a presentation about the latest innovations in cybersecurity for our company. Not just prepare it-I also had to present it to our clients.

Great.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

I loved development. Give me a complex system, tangled code, or a stubborn bug and I could happily spend hours solving it. But conversations with clients? That was a battlefield I wasn't trained for.

Yet somehow, our company believed in 'holistic development of an individual' and thought I was perfect for the job.

Brilliant decision.

I rubbed my forehead and stared at the empty document glowing on my screen. Weird, right? I could explain complicated technical architectures without breaking a sweat. But when it came to small talk or discussing people's lives, I suddenly turned into an introvert hiding behind a keyboard.

I had never really asked anyone about their personal life.

Not friends.

Not colleagues.

Not even clients.

It wasn't intentional. It was just how I was wired. Sometimes I wondered if something was wrong with me-or maybe I just understood machines better than humans.

Either way, none of that mattered right now. The presentation had to be finished.

Tomorrow.

I took a sip of coffee and began typing.

And that was when it happened.

Something unusual appeared on my screen.

Something that definitely shouldn't have been there.

So I was here, giving my already tired brain an overdose of caffeine. I pushed myself up and walked to the counter to order a cappuccino.

While returning, I collided with a hooded figure. My heart jumped, and I muttered a curse under my breath. Great. Things couldn't possibly get worse right now, could they?

I returned to my table and froze. A small folded note lay under my black laptop. Curious and wary, I picked it up.

It read:

"Omnipresent, omnipotent."

-VISHWA

I laughed nervously. Clearly someone's idea of a prank.

I shoved it into my bag and tried to focus on my presentation.

Big mistake.

Hours passed. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind a tangle of codes and calculations. Finally, at 12 a.m., I completed the presentation. Exhausted, I had no energy to make it home. Somehow, I dragged myself to the couch in my tiny apartment and collapsed.

Sleep came immediately-but even in that exhausted haze, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my mind:

Who the hell was VISHWA?

And why did they already know I was here?

"Kiara's first encounter with VISHWA is only the beginning... What happens next will leave you questioning everything."

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Question:

What do you think is happening to Kiara?

Options:

A. Someone is secretly watching her 😱

B. It's just a coincidence 🤔

C. She's about to uncover a big secret 🔍

D. I'm not sure, but I'm hooked! 😍