There was darkness.
Deep, endless darkness.
Aryan felt as if his body was sinking.
Breathing was impossible.
Then—
BANG!
His eyes flew open.
He was gasping for air, his shirt soaked in sweat.
"Am I… alive?" he whispered.
Aryan looked around.
It was his room.
The same old cupboard.
The broken wall clock.
And the calendar on the wall.
His eyes froze on the date.
15 July
His heart slammed against his chest.
"No… this can't be real."
Because Aryan remembered everything.
The accident.
The pain.
And death.
He grabbed his phone.
📱 Time: 6:10 AM
His hands started shaking.
"Thirty days from today…" he murmured,
"I die again."
Suddenly, a message popped up.
Unknown Number:
"Don't repeat the mistake this time, Aryan."
His blood turned cold.
Someone else knew everything.