Title of the book is " VEIL OF UNSEEN "

When a girl can see the darkness that lurks behind every living soul, she becomes a target for those who think ignorance is safety. A man who believes that eliminating any weakness will save the world hunts her—until the nightmares that stalk them both reveal a shared, blood‑stained past. In a race against invisible demons, love blossoms on the edge of oblivion, demanding a sacrifice that could erase the very thing they fought to protect.

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Aarvika Pov :

Everything was black. Not the comforting velvet of a closed eyelid, but an absolute, suffocating void. A thousand eyes, blacker than the deepest night, fixed on me without a blink, their gazes like invisible weights pressing down. A heavy pain bloomed in my chest, a vise clamping my heart, stealing the air from my lungs. I couldn't even breathe, couldn't move. Something lay beside me, a presence more felt than seen.

The words slithered through the darkness, a sound like a thousand chains cracking, each link groaning under unbearable tension. It chuckled, a wet, guttural sound that grated against my eardrums

The scent of damp earth and something metallic, like old blood, filled my nostrils

The pressure on my mouth intensified, sealing my lips, stifling any sound I might have made. Panic clawed at my throat, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

My lungs burning, sucking in air as if I'd been underwater for an eternity. My eyes darted around the familiar contours of my bedroom, the dim light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Relief washed over me, a fragile wave, only to recede as a phantom pressure lingered on my lips, the ghost of those long, cold fingers. It had felt so real. A vivid dream, nothing more.

My muscles stiff, but my leg refused to move. A sharp tug, a clinking sound

An iron chain, thick and rusted, shackled my ankle to the bed frame.

A whimper, thin and reedy, sliced through the frantic clatter.

A shadow, huddled in the far corner of the room, began to weep

Its voice, a child's lament, was laced with an ancient chill that seeped into my bones. The shadow stirred, its head slowly rotating. Not its body, just its head, a full 180 degrees, until its face, a void in the dim light, stared directly at me

A guttural groan, wet and heavy, emanated from its form. It began to move. Not walking, but gliding, a seamless, unnatural motion across the floor, straight towards me

I waited. Nothing happened. The silence pressed in, heavy and absolute

The room was empty. The chain, the shadow, all gone. Just the rumpled sheets and the moon light. Another dream? Or perhaps, imagination, a side effect of the sleeping tablet I’d taken last night, its usual mild sedative properties replaced by something far more unsettling. The thought barely formed before a sharp, undeniable crash echoed from the kitchen.

Glass

Glass. My mind leaped to Maya. Had she come home? Was she hurt?

Darkness clung to the hallway, but the moonlight, a silver sliver through the living room window, offered just enough illumination to navigate.

My questions hung in the air, unanswered, swallowed by the oppressive silence.

Empty. But the glass on the counter, a wine glass from last night, lay shattered on the tiled floor, shards glinting like scattered diamonds.

A bead of crimson welled up, then dripped onto the pristine white tile, a stark, vivid stain. I have hemophilia. Even a small cut could become a problem.

A low growl, like a dog's, but deeper, more primal, rumbled from above. My head snapped up. Perched atop the double-door fridge, a shadowy, hunched form materialized, its eyes twin points of malevolent crimson

The creature began to descend, its movements fluid and disturbing, a series of unnatural elongations and contractions, accompanied by a wet, clicking sound. It landed on the floor, about five meters from me, its red eyes burning holes into the dimness.

Just as my hand reached for the doorknob, another shadow, larger, darker than the first, solidified directly in front of it. This one was different. It pulsed with an energy that felt eerily familiar, a twisted echo of something I knew. The shadow expanded, twisted, then coalesced into a form that sent a fresh wave of terror through me. A woman. Her features, though shifting, were undeniably hers, the same sharp jawline, the same cascade of dark hair. But her smile… it stretched too wide, too thin, revealing gums that seemed to bleed into the blackness of her mouth. Her eyes were twin abysses, devoid of iris or pupil

She floated closer, her face inches from mine. Her long, spectral fingers, cold as grave dust, lifted my chin.

The other shadow, the one from the kitchen, now stood beside her, a glint of steel in its shadowy hand. A long, wicked knife.

A sudden surge of energy, dark and potent, slammed into my back. Not a physical force, but a wave of pure, raw power, pushing the spectral woman away. The air crackled. I opened my eyes. Nothing. The shadows, the woman, the knife—all gone. The oppressive energy dissipated, leaving only the scent of dust and ozone. The front door knob rattled.

Maya

The scent of her familiar perfume a sudden, grounding comfort. We sat there, side by side on the cold floor, as silent tears streamed down my face. She stroked my hair, her touch gentle, soothing. But even as her warmth enveloped me, a prickling sensation crawled up my spine. A feeling of being watched. An unseen gaze, cold and unwavering, still lingering in the shadows. I didn't know who. But I knew it was still there

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Name : Aarvika Malhotra Occupation: MBBS and second year in master degree for post graduation in general surgery. Orphan About : She is from India. She came to Russia after she completed a high school. Now living here as a Permanent Residence. As a car and house and live with Maya. She is a best friend of Maya. They meet in an unexpected journey but become a good friend like a family. She also sees Maya as her family. She fought with the world when something happened to Chris, Maya or her own family which she made after coming to this country. Calls Leo as brother. Call Natasha as sis in law. Love Chris, so much and calls him as Jaan and sometimes Chris. She can see a ghost but thought it was just an imagination or dream, unaware it was real. She is a lovely and sweet type. Helping tendency, Innocent. I have so many health problems. Courage to live a life is optional. She only wants a peaceful life where nobody can hurt her.

Name : Maya Morelli Occupation: fashion designer. And has a own company run by her own handwork and sweat. About : can burn the world for Aarvika . She is literally the type' if you touch her , you will see a hell'. Live with her . Care for her, cook for her, spoil her so much, give princess treatment too much to her. Come out of her own mansion because she wants to grow on her own. She unexpectedly meet Aarvika and get along with her so much.

Name : Marcus morelli Occupation: running family business with his father. About : sweet type. Can be polite and opposite of Lorenzo. Has a wife.

Name : Amu morelli Occupation: CEO of the kids product formation company. About : bold , sweet and can do anything for the family. Love her husband so much. Love kids.

Name : Lorenzo morelli Occupation: CEO of his own five companies. About : he is the devil . Real devil among the humans. He is a cold and grumpy type of person. Most of the time stay silent and calculated . he can literally get every moment of the person who goes against him. He killed people who betrayed him without hesitation. Hate weakness. He has a curse , that can be cured when Aatvika gets killed . Always distance from people even his own family.

In male family, everyone knows Lorenzo is devil. They believe the dark and light energy in the world.

Name : Natasha Ivanov Occupation: heart surgeon in Aarvika hospital. About : sweet. Get well with aarvika while they're working together. Now she is little sister to Natasha. Mother of both Christopher but she Aarvika as her child too.

Name : Leonid Ivanov Occupation: Hacker in a big reputed company. He was developer too. Knows everything in computer. About : can do anything for his family. Father of Christopher. See Aarvika as his child and called her zaychik (little bunny) . Help her so much in anytime.

Name : Christopher Ivanov About : 5 years old kid who is going to kindergarten. He loves Aarvika so much. He always craves for Aarvika. Whipped for Aarvika. He always calls Aarvika as Jaan (means love of life/ life) .

Name : Mikhail Morelli Occupation: run so much branches in different company and now his elder son was taking care of that. About : can burn the world for his family. See Aarvika as his family. Support his children whatever the situation is. Lovely father.

Name : Irina Morelli Occupation: Game developer. Has a own company and own game brand and apps. About : sweet mom. Strict sometimes. Love all her children same. Love Aarvika as her own child.

Name : Albert. Occupation : New intern in Aarvika hospital. About : Joined just 4 months ago and get along with everyone. He's a jolly type and extrovert.

Name : Boris Occupation : senior surgeon and chief doctor of the hospital. About : he is silent and. Introvert type but can be talk so much with a closed person. See Aarvika as little sister.

Name : Sofia Occupation: intern and same as Albert. They are same college studies and came to this hospital together.

Name : Kira Occupation : intern About : same as them, this trio is always naughty and very extrovert type. They like both Aarvika and Boris as seniors.

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