THE FEAR SHE WROTE ABOUT

The night carried its own music.TICK...TICK... The clock above the bookshelf never missed a second.WHIRRRR The ceiling fan rotated lazily, pushing cool air around the room.TAP TAP TAP  Aradhya’s finge...

PREETHIKA SMyself Preethika, lovingly called Iniya. I discovered a passion for story writing, where I turn my fears into words and find happiness. I believe words can heal, connect, and inspire people.