It was a serene night, with the presence of clicking moths around corners of the streets which wore no sound of a person tagged with the calming sweet silence, including the torpid people sleeping Soundlessly in their house.Except for one person who was not having a so peaceful night. Somewhere in a room, a bunch of books were piled on one another along with the practical sheets copies and stationary items were scattered everywhere , the sight of the room supporting by a dim light.

The person's hand was scribbling furiously in her notebook as if there was no tomorrow because tomorrow was the due date (although it doesn't matter to her how she wrote, she doesn't care if the professor understands it). Her eyes, sunken from lack of sleep, blinked rapidly as she fought to stay awake.

Hours passed by when her hands finally stopped, she released a long breath, stretching her body and loosing it in a comfortable position. She cracked her knuckles while looking at the clock, it was 2:00 am.

Arya couldn't help but mumble "hmmm, this is better than last time, it took me 3:30 , what an achievement."

Arya, your sleep deprived engineering student. A degree known for its scope, right? She chose this degree because she didn't have any motivation in her life. Never thought that this would be one of the biggest mistakes in her life. Her choices had always been worst but this one really was making her to jump off a roof at least.

Her parents definitely were supportive of any course if she had chosen, but it's just that........ Nevermind she quickly scrambled scattered belongings in her bag and layed down numbly facing the roof. Her eyes felt heavy, then she drifted off to sleep.

The next day was usual as always, she submitted her assignments as soon as she entered and then attended her lectures which really made her sleepy because of her fucked up sleep schedule. In the lunch break, a message popped, it was from the official group of class which said:

Dear students, there are no classes after lunch break.'

Yay! Until she read the next line.

'instead a senior professor from, xxx university will be attending to give you the guidance for your futu---'

Arya scoffed at the message, and turned to her friend Ishaani beside who's sitting beside her.

"Wanna go in the seminar?" Arya asked, while stirring her meal with spoon.

"What do you think?" She said with a disdain on her face, which clearly almost similar to Arya, and that gives only one answer that they don't want to go. "This is the third time I swear this year, the boring seminars, no one cares. They spout the same bullshit everytime, not only that we didn't even have any freshers event. The faculty is even worse and don't ask me about how they just ask for money everytime."

Arya watched her in amusement, Ishani and her had been her friends since first year, no one hates this college as much as her but a little more. Both of them have very different charm from each other, Ishani is quite extroverted,and has a bubbly personality. They became friends because they both have similar opinions, interests since they're the biggest fans of crime documentaries.

"hmm, what can we even do? Anyways attending this seminar or not" Arya asked her even though she already knew the answer.

"duh nope, I'm not interested in wasting my time, let's go to cafeteria"

'tink'

"Guess what the next message is ,oh I will tell it's compulsory for all students to attend otherwise you're not allowed to give exams... Something like that..right? "

Arya wasn't even surprised "yeah they always threaten us, not a new thing. As if we're not allowed." Arya said rolling her eyes. "as if, we literally paid for it."

"so let's go---"

"No" Arya cut her off " I'm going home"

"whaaaat? Why c'mon, one samosa won't hurt you know? " ishani pleaded "please, please... "

"Still a no, you know I'll finally arrive home early if I go now, it takes me one and half hour, and easy for you to say because you live nearby,." Arya said while reaching out her scooter keys.

Ishani groaned and Arya was pleased because she was stubborn, when it comes to convince her it's an impossible task.

Arya bid ishani goodbye after dropping off at her house, while Arya drove she remembered the conversation she had with ishani.

"listen, this time I will let go, but tomorrow is sunday, so?''

"so what?"

"uh huh, I'm not having this again, tomorrow will be our girls day out, we will meet at the sapphire mall."

Ishani said watching her intently for her answer

Arya chuckled while nodding "fine"

"Really?! Ishani eyes looked as if the sun rise from the West ."Woman you better not go back from your words." She said in an threatening manner but her lips still twitched when she said that."promise me."

"Fine, I promise, ok?"

Alright that's better, I will message you later for the outfits that we will be wearing for tomorrow and we will visit zudio for shopping, I've heard about the new season offer...... "

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Arya startled when she heard the car honk behind her. She quickly drove the scooter, while shaking her head

'what was that? I should focus on driving, I guess I'm really tired today. After all i didn't have a enough sleep, let me just reach home.'

While driving more further for few minutes, a tinge of haze, felt in front of her. Arya blinked her eyes repeatedly, to detach it. What she didn't notice that she went past the square, of a red signal. A series of horns resonated in her ears. At the same time a swift seizure resided in her forehead, making it difficult to drive.

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'damn it, stop'

Her hand was just about the press the break but Arya's luck has never been on her side. And in Swift something hit her hard, and she didn't know anymore. The harsh impact that didn't expect to register her but all she know that, it was bad, really bad.

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She could only see the sky , she couldn't move, she couldn't hear but she could feel the pain, contracting from inside, making it helpless to her unmoving body and simultaneously, the pain is going, drifting with the sight of the sky from her. The darkness was taking her at last, with a glimpse of some shadowy silhouettes which surrounded her.

'Help me'

'someone, anyone please'

'Is anyone there?'

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A fidgeting figure on the bed , woke up gasping, one hand clutching the fabric on her chest. Arya jerked abruptly. The only thing came in her mind was :

'what was that? Weird'. The distorted memory of a strong impact which made an inkling of a fear in her mind. But what exactly? That was a question.

But it doesn't matter because now the question change from what to where in her mind, when her eyes wandered the room she was in. This unknown place where she was sleeping, dreaming about the weird thing.

And obviously this made her even more panic. How did she ended up here? Wasn't she supposed to be at college probably?

'why ? why can't I remember?' . Arya clutched her head only to realise that it was bandaged, not only her head but the slight moment of her legs gave a feeling that her knees were strapped too.

Arya had a lot of questions rising in her mind, but now's not the time. The first main priority is to get the hell out of this place. She managed to got up, although there's still a lingering sense of pain, thankfully she can still walk.

Arya's eyes drifted again around her. The room was well she definitely say pretty. The interior was really distracting, the walls were painted with dark green with a creative design on the top of that. The bed was in the corner adjacent to the window. Beside her, was the study table, some beautiful figurines for the show. In front her, was a wardrobe ,other necessary Furnitures and a dream catcher hanged on the door.

This was adjusted all well by the owner, Arya really wanted to admire it more though.

She cautiously stalked towards the door, when her hand nearly touched the door handle, the door opened, revealing a tall figure which almost made her tripped on her butt.

"Hey, be careful!" He said grabbing her elbow. This sudden contact startled Arya to shove him away from her.

"What are you doing!" The guy said in an angry tone.

She flinched at his harsh voice, Arya picked up her courage even though she was trembling. The guy's hand reached her again, avoiding him Arya charged in reverse .

"What's wrong with you today? Did the injury made you lose your brain?!"

The voice ranged out again, lacing her with a shiver.

"You--

"Don't!" Arya said with a tremor in her tone "Don't come near me!"

The guy stopped, staring at her in eerie. Before she could do anything, a twinge of stab, pressured in her head.

The pain made her miserable, as if someone thrusting needles from inside, enough to make her lose balance, she staggered backwards hitting her head on the wall.

"Nisha!"

Arya whimpered, clinging on to the bed next to her, like it was the only lifeline. The guy motioned to her again, as much as she wants to move, it's like her energy was slowing draining off, paralyzing her in the worst possible situation. She could only shut her eyes, accepting the outcome that would lead to her.

What she didn't expect that, the consciousness that took her over.

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The eyes slowly opened again, opened along with the surfacing memories that were buried, about the whole matter before being ended up here. Arya was still shaken up by that incident, it was horrific, clashing with the emotions of pain and fear.

She didn't understand why it happened to her, her losing consciousness, and then the truck hitting her so hard, that the memory gave a rush of goosebumps ,slithering within inside her. And then again this ''unknown place" and whoever that guy was.

Arya only gave a frustrating sigh. She rolled out of the bed again. She winced at the discomfort stationed on the back of her head.

'damn it, my head's still hurts from earlier, first the accident and then this damn place and anyway who was that guy earlier, I wanted to get out of here, but what- what if he's still there?'

Arya was contemplating about her next action, and no idea was coming in her mind. She observed at her clenched fist for a long time. Then gradually something struck in her mind.

She slowly took a step forward, approaching the mirror.

"Oh my god, shit, shit shit" Arya muttered facing the mirror. "what the fuck!"

Arya inspected her face, she did several actions through her body to confirm that it's actually her.

'why my face? What happened to my face? '

She was lost in the thought for few minutes, adjusting her anxiety, clenching her fist. Arya crouched down, grabbing her head ignoring the discomfort on the knees. No wonder, she knew something was different, when she saw her hands. Her fingers were way too slender plus she used to had a mole on index finger, just above her knuckles.

One thing was confirmed to her that it's definitely not her body. Her height, the Unfamiliar voice that yelled in desperation and the mole that doesn't match to her previous body has gave it all. And this only lead to one terrifying conclusion.

It's like someone knocked air out of her lungs. Tears sprawled her eyes, falling through her face. She suppressed her sobbing, by covering her mouth. She is missing them so much. God, she doesn't want to be here. She want to see her parents, her brother and her friend....Ishani, she should have listened to her. Hell, she was even ready to see her deranged relatives, just a sense of familiarity she is longing for.

There's no way it's her body, and that means this place too....

click

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Arya whirled around to see the source of sound, only to see that guy watching her face on fresh glistening tears.

She only hung her head, wiping her never ending tears, a moment passed then

"Nisha"

'ah so, that's the name huh?'

Arya slowly looked up, to see him face to face. He seemed to be a bit taller than her by a few inches. A bit muscular physique with a well defined face, his medium length hair was tied up in a ponytail, brown eyes boring into her with a flicker of concern.

Arya would have run at any time if it was actually her. But this guy does not know Arya, he only knows Nisha, which is her now.

"Nisha, what happened? Tell me" He urged her. Nisha wanted to cry more now, she was already going through an emotional distress and now this problem! Because what could she tell him:

"Hey there's a small issue happened, you know I just took over this body because I wasn't feeling well, when I died later for some reason so please take care of me."

'I don't even know who's this guy and her relationship with her? What should I do? '

There are only three few options:

1.pretend you have a memory loss

2.figuring out by just talking with him in circles.

3.just give up and die

So obviously, Nisha chose the first one because other two isn't possible for her at all. So wiping the tears, she took a deep breath, putting an innocent questionable expression on her face.

"Umm, who are you?"

'Ishani would be laughing at me.'

The guy frowned at her "what?"

'Are you deaf or something?'

Nisha cleared her throat again, and responded "I asked who are you?"

"what?"

"I ask---

"Shut up! I heard that already what the fuck Nisha! Have you gone mad, I don't have enough time to deal with you and your jokes."

'But I'm not joking, I don't remember a shit, you fucker'

"I don't know, I don't know anything"

Nisha said with a desperate tone. "why would I joke about something like this? Can't you see the condition I'm in?"

The guy scoffed at her. Nisha's eye twitched at his lack of reaction.

'I don't know a shit about acting, did I overreacted?! '

"Condition? Ha! I thought so at first when you were crying. I thought that it was your injury reacting but when you're playing dumb about remembering nothing. I understood that you're making this pathetic joke ." He said with a cold gaze which made Nisha squirm with shame.

"What cat got your tongue? Huh do you have anything to say or not?"

"I - I swear I --"

"Oh please stop this ok" He said pinching his brows. "First you got injured because of your carelessness, I took care of you all the day to make sure you're okay and then again a few minutes earlier, you started a drama, literally bashed your head on the wall and now THIS! How am I supposed to take anything seriously?!.."

Nisha thought that this is over, this guy isn't gonna tell her anything. God my ears, I've never seen such arrogant person, aside from my -- . Wait could he be ? Now that she thought of it, it does make sense. Nisha had observed that this is not how a husband or boyfriend will act to their partners like this, not when their condition is like this? He definitely doesn't look like a father, God she couldn't even imagine him like that, she just met him already and his condescending personality.

Which means

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"Bhaiya!"Nisha called him.

That guy stopped yelling and gave an eye roll "What? Now you remember everything! Very good. Claps for you. Hmm"

'my hands are really itching to punch his face.'

"Umm no, I just felt like calling you, but I swear, I don't remember. I swear on god."

"Nisha ENOUGH!" He said with his anger sparked. "You yourself, admitted when you called me!"

"I swear, I swear on my parents--" Nisha said hurriedly

Nisha expected him to gave her another scolding, but he only looked at her with an unusual expression, his whole demeanor changed in an instant, averting his eyes simply took his leave in other direction.

'Did I say something wrong?'

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'Yes, shit I did'. The moment she departed her room, her sight caught the two photo frames of the people hanging at the wall, a Garland around each of them.

That made her sick, so now Nisha's brother is thinking that she-

'oh God, now he thinks that I'm a wretched person.' And why wouldn't he, from his perspective, it looks like Nisha's was doing any possible means to make him believe about her memory loss.

Nisha's attention flickered towards the kitchen, when she heard the sound of clashing utensils, Nisha peeped from the door to see the brother making a dish.

And that broke her heart in some way...But she need to fix it at any rate.

Nisha ticked the door to gave a knock,the brother turned his head towards the sound watching her blankly.

"What do you want? " Nisha couldn't describe the tone of his voice, it was a neutral, difficult to figure it out

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, but I meant it when I said I don't remember anything, I-I'm not lying, I would never lie about something like this, you really think I'm that pathetic, that I would choose this prank you, m-my parents, I felt like missing them too. I'm lonely ''I miss my family and friends'. I longed for them as much as you do.I -I'm not Lying, I'm not, pleas-e. Her words cracked as she spoke, she wasn't acting, she was missing her actual parents, a lose of their presence for an hour made her miserable enough. This sentences were developing from her heart when you relate to something its always became easy to put it in exact words you want to.

"Nisha, you-" His voice faltered, when he watched her tears streaming down her face.

"please believe me..."

The guy who watched his helpless sister, couldn't help but just say :

"Ok"

Nisha drank water to soothe her throat after a lots of crying. She didn't know how nor an ounce of care to check her haggard appearance , she waited till he managed his matter in the kitchen.

Then he came over, sitting beside her on the sofa.

"I - I when I woke up, I thought I was in an unknown place, and I p-panicked, because I had a very horrific dream where I was dying, and then you entered the room, which made scared of you." She mumbled the last part.

".... "

"I didn't recall anything no matter, how much I tried. Bhaiya, I j- just felt like calling you that word."

Nisha couldn't figure out what was he thinking by his grim expression of each statement spouting from her mouth.

"Then you really don't remember nothing? About yourself? About me?" Nisha only looked in front shooking her head. "Not even a little?"

His crest fallen appearance shattered her hearts into pieces, it's like an invisible force making her to do this, watching others crumble, while she saw their misery in worst way possible. She hated lying so much after this. Since His parents were dead, even though arrogant, however his personality was, he was her brother, but only one after them and she stole that person from him.

"Niraj" Nisha whipped her head in the direction of the voice. "Niraj, my name"

"Oh" responded Nisha '

'Oh, oh my god, then he must--'

"I will tell you everything, as much as I know ." Niraj said, a bitter smile plastering his face.

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Later after the their whole discussion (more like an interview with each other)and dinner, Nisha made her way to the bedroom.

She was really glad about the trust, Niraj had on her. Even though it's a bit absurd, that a guy like him could have such a side of him.

Anyways ,so from the head to head conversation, Nisha had found enough details about her. Firstly, Niraj gave a brief introduction about himself, and the parents. Where they died in a car accident, that's all he didn't explain any further. Next about herself like her school, course, degree, qualifications and most lastly about her job which made her slightly mortified at first.

''....so, this is your degree,and these are the other documents...." said Niraj "and oh and one more thing, I wanted to ask you, are you really feeling alright?"

Nisha who listening attentively at him blinked for a second before replying"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"well... It's about your job.. " He said hesitatingly.

'ah, right' This had actually slipped her since her age was a bit older here than her previous life, someone who was a student, it was a huge variation for her in no time to think about this case.

"What about it?"

"Nothing, actually you have to start working from tomorrow." Niraj said with a straight face.

"Oh, ok" said Nisha

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"WHAT? But-but how can I just start, I don't know anything?"

"Don't worry about it, I work there too,it's not that hard" said Niraj while flicking his hair.

"Really?" Niraj nodded at the question. "Then, what's my job exactly?"

Her expression which was displaying eagerness before Nisha heard the answer that came out of his mouth,in instant it was pure surprise at his revelation.

"Come again, what did you just say?"

"Hmm, are you deaf or something?"

'Deaf? That's some irony I say'. Nisha thought with a scoff.

Niraj rolled his eyes ''again' "Fine, I said your job isn't that hard, you only have to wash clothes, clean the floors, tidying some stuff---"

"Ha, so you're saying I'm a maid!"

"Great, you understood " Niraj said with a thumbs up.

"You-- how can you let your siste--"

"oh, please" Said Niraj interrupting her "Listen to me first, oh god" Niraj groaned when looking at her stupidly horrifying face. He signed, and leaned to near to her ear.

"What do you think you're doin--?" A moment , he whispered something.

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"What?" Nisha gaped at him, "you're joking, right? Right...?"

Niraj shook his head and gave a shrug "Don't wanna believe me, ok I can show you the bank balance."

"Are you,if it's true then ----Oh, then I will gladly do it! Please, let me have this job,forget whatever I said earlier."

"uh huh? Someone said it, money sure has it ways, to change a person in no time." Said Niraj with a deadpan look.

"Then do you also--"

"No, I work as a chef"

'that make sense'

"oh by the way, I forgot to ask, how did ? " Asked Nisha pointing at the bandages.

"Oh that, it's a funny story ok" Niraj said with a tone, a tone which she clearly know when someone is about to tell embarrassing things about you to another person and you're helpless in stopping them.

But in this case, Nisha is both 'you' and the 'other person'.because of her brain problem.

umm.... Why?" Nisha asked hesitantly.

"so what happened was, today that it was your turn to throw the garbage , and when you were coming back you fell. "

"ok"

He continued ".....on your face"

"...."

"...because your leg slipped on the banana peel"

".... "

Seeing his twitching lips Nisha could only curse him in her mind. 'this bastard, I take whatever good things I said about him.'

She glared at him "Thankfully, smita auntie was there with you , If you don't know smita auntie obviously so she's our neighbour , so where was I? Yes, then she quickly called me, about this and I reached there and brought you and called the doctor to treat your injuries , anything else?"

At present, while laying on her bed, Nisha checked her phone, to find more about herself. Unfortunately she did not dig out anything, rather it was strange.

Because she did not find anything, her chats were empty except Niraj, no any other social media apps and no friends like not even a single one she could be talking to.Just how lonely was she?

Well whatever not like any of her business, it's better she doesn't have any. nor she want to deal with interacting with someone else pretending to be her.

But deep down a question arise in her mind

'Just what happened to you before?'