Tum Mere Raaz Ho

Episode 1 — You Came Late Again

At exactly 2:17 a.m., Aarav suddenly woke up.

His breathing was heavy, and his entire body was covered in sweat.

It was the same dream again.

A deserted road. Heavy rain. Thick smoke everywhere. And in front of him, an old building was burning.

Aarav stood alone in the middle of the road.

Then someone appeared through the smoke.

A boy.

He was wearing black clothes. His hair was completely wet, and there was a strange sadness in his eyes.

The boy slowly walked toward Aarav.

For the first time, Aarav could clearly see his face.

Joon.

“Who are you?” Aarav asked.

Joon didn't answer.

He simply looked into Aarav's eyes and whispered,

“Don't try to save me this time.”

Aarav froze.

“This time?”

He stepped backward.

“Have we met before?”

A strange smile appeared on Joon's face.

“You always forget.”

Suddenly, someone screamed from behind.

“Aarav!”

He turned around.

A massive explosion shook the entire street.

Aarav opened his eyes.

He was back in his bedroom.

The clock showed 2:18 a.m.

He took a deep breath.

“It was just a dream…”

Then he looked at his hand.

His blood ran cold.

There was a small black mark on his palm.

Exactly the same mark he had seen on Joon's hand in the dream.

---

The next morning, Aarav stood outside the gates of his new college.

New city.

New college.

New people.

He took a deep breath and told himself,

“Nothing strange is going to happen today.”

“Are you Aarav?”

He turned around.

A girl was standing behind him.

“Yeah.”

“I’m Rhea. We’re in the same class.”

Rhea looked confident. There was always a curious spark in her eyes.

“First day?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then I should give you some advice.”

“What advice?”

Rhea leaned closer.

“Nothing in this college is exactly what it looks like.”

Aarav laughed.

“Do you always scare new students?”

“No,” she replied with a small smile. “Only the ones who look like they're going to attract trouble.”

Before Aarav could reply, another boy walked toward them.

“Rhea, you're doing it again?”

It was Kabir.

He placed a hand on Aarav's shoulder.

“I'm Kabir. Don't worry about her. She's a little crazy.”

Rhea glared at him.

“And you're extremely annoying.”

Aarav laughed.

For the first time that morning, he felt comfortable.

Maybe this college wouldn't be so bad after all.

Then his smile disappeared.

Someone was standing at the end of the corridor.

Black jacket.

Wet hair.

Those eyes.

That face.

Joon.

Aarav froze.

Joon slowly began walking toward him.

Step by step.

Aarav's heartbeat became faster.

Joon stopped directly in front of him.

For several seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then Joon whispered,

“You came late again, Aarav.”

Aarav's face went pale.

“How do you know my name?”

Joon's eyes moved toward Aarav's hand.

The moment he saw the black mark, his expression changed.

Fear.

“What is it?” Aarav asked.

Joon took a step backward.

“That mark…”

“What about it?”

“It shouldn't have appeared this soon.”

Rhea immediately looked between them.

“You two know each other?”

Joon looked at her.

“No.”

Aarav stared at him.

“But you just called me by my—”

“It was a mistake.”

Joon turned around and walked away.

Aarav watched him disappear down the corridor.

Kabir looked confused.

“Bro… who was that?”

Aarav didn't answer.

One question kept repeating in his mind.

If Joon had never met him before…

How did he know his name?

---

That night, Aarav's phone suddenly vibrated.

An unknown number.

“Don't trust Joon.”

Aarav stared at the message.

Another message appeared.

“He's keeping you from remembering.”

Aarav's fingers went cold.

Then a third message appeared.

“And if you discover the truth…”

A few seconds passed.

The final message arrived.

“You will die within 100 days.”

Aarav dropped his phone.

At that exact moment, his bedroom window suddenly opened.

Cold wind rushed inside.

Aarav slowly looked outside.

Someone was standing across the street.

A young man.

Vihaan.

He was staring directly at Aarav.

Then he smiled.

He raised one finger to his lips.

“Shhh…”

And disappeared into the darkness.

Aarav couldn't sleep.

The message was still open on his phone.

“You will die within 100 days.”

He read it again.

Then again.

Maybe it was a joke.

Maybe someone from college was trying to scare him.

But there was one thing he couldn't explain.

The black mark on his palm.

It had changed.

A thin red line had appeared across it, almost like a crack in glass.

Aarav quickly covered his hand with his sleeve.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

Unknown Number:

Look outside.

Aarav's heart stopped.

He slowly walked toward the window.

The street was empty.

Rain poured down under the yellow streetlights.

Then he saw him.

Joon.

Standing alone in the rain.

Aarav immediately opened the window.

“Joon!”

Joon looked up.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Joon said something Aarav couldn't hear.

“What?”

Joon pointed toward Aarav's hand.

The black mark.

Then he pointed behind Aarav.

Aarav turned around.

Nothing.

When he looked back, Joon was gone.

---

The next morning, Aarav rushed into college.

He found Rhea near the library.

“I need to ask you something.”

Rhea looked at his face.

“You look terrible.”

“I saw Joon last night.”

Her expression changed.

“Where?”

“Outside my house.”

Rhea became completely serious.

“Did he say anything?”

“No. But he knew about the mark.”

Rhea looked around before whispering,

“Then you need to stay away from him.”

“Why?”

“I don't know everything.”

“Then tell me what you know.”

Rhea hesitated.

“There was a student here three years ago.”

Aarav waited.

“His name was Joon.”

Aarav's heart skipped.

“What happened to him?”

Rhea looked toward the old building at the end of campus.

“He disappeared.”

“Disappeared?”

“During a storm.”

Aarav stared at the building.

“Was there an accident?”

Rhea nodded.

“But the strange thing is…”

She lowered her voice.

“His college records say he never existed.”

Aarav felt a chill.

“That’s impossible.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, Kabir appeared behind them.

“Guys.”

They turned.

Kabir was holding an old photograph.

“I found this inside the library.”

He placed it on the table.

It was a photograph of five students standing in front of the college.

Aarav stared at it.

His blood went cold.

There was Rhea.

There was Kabir.

There was Vihaan.

And standing in the center…

Joon.

Aarav looked at the date.

2019.

“That can't be Joon,” Kabir whispered.

Rhea's hands began shaking.

Then Aarav noticed something else.

A fifth student was standing beside Joon.

The student's face had been scratched out.

But around his neck was a silver necklace.

Aarav recognized it.

Vihaan wore the exact same necklace.

Aarav slowly looked toward the corridor.

Vihaan was standing there.

Watching them.

His smile disappeared.

“Where did you get that photograph?”

Nobody answered.

Vihaan walked toward them.

“You shouldn't have found that.”

Aarav stood up.

“What happened in 2019?”

Vihaan looked directly into his eyes.

“Ask Joon.”

“Where is he?”

Vihaan smiled again.

“Exactly where he has always been.”

Then the lights suddenly went out.

A cold wind swept through the library.

Aarav heard a whisper beside his ear.

“Remember me.”

He turned around.

Nobody was there.

But the photograph on the table had changed.

Joon was no longer standing in the picture.

Now there were only four people.

And written across the photograph in fresh red ink were four words:

“HE WAS NEVER HUMAN.”

Aarav's phone vibrated one more time.

Unknown Number.

One final message appeared:

“You have 99 days left.”

Tum Mere Raaz Ho

Episode 3 — The Room That Doesn't Exist

Aarav couldn't stop staring at the photograph.

“HE WAS NEVER HUMAN.”

The words seemed to burn into his mind.

Rhea slowly picked up the photograph.

“That's impossible,” she whispered.

Kabir looked terrified.

“Maybe someone edited it.”

Aarav shook his head.

“No. I saw Joon yesterday.”

Nobody answered.

Then the library lights suddenly came back on.

The photograph was normal again.

Joon was standing in the center.

The red words were gone.

Kabir stepped away from the table.

“Okay… I'm officially done with this.”

Aarav looked at Rhea.

“You said Joon disappeared three years ago. How can I see him now?”

Rhea didn't answer.

Instead, she looked toward the old corridor.

“There's one place we haven't checked.”

“Where?”

“The old west wing.”

Kabir immediately shook his head.

“No.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow.

“You're scared?”

“I'm not scared. I'm intelligent.”

Aarav almost laughed.

But then he noticed Vihaan was no longer in the library.

---

The three of them reached the west wing after sunset.

The corridor had been closed for years.

Dust covered the floor.

Broken classroom doors lined the walls.

At the very end stood a black wooden door.

There was no room number.

Rhea pulled out an old key.

Aarav stared at her.

“Where did you get that?”

“I found it yesterday.”

“You knew about this place?”

“Not exactly.”

She pushed the key into the lock.

Click.

The door opened.

Inside was a small classroom.

But there was something strange about it.

Everything looked untouched.

Five desks.

Five chairs.

Five photographs.

Aarav walked toward the photographs.

His stomach dropped.

They were pictures of Aarav, Joon, Rhea, Kabir, and Vihaan.

But underneath each picture was a date.

2019.

Aarav stepped backward.

“I wasn't even here in 2019.”

Rhea looked at her photograph.

“I wasn't either.”

Kabir swallowed.

“Then who took these?”

A soft sound came from the back of the room.

Tap.

Everyone froze.

Another tap.

Tap.

Aarav slowly turned.

A classroom door at the back was moving.

He walked toward it.

“Don't,” Rhea whispered.

But Aarav opened it.

There was a narrow staircase behind it.

He walked down.

At the bottom was a small room.

On the wall were dozens of photographs.

All of them showed the same five people.

Some were from 2019.

Some were dated 2020.

Some were dated 2023.

And one photograph was dated—

Tomorrow.

Aarav reached for it.

His hand stopped.

The photograph showed the five of them standing beside the lake behind the college.

But Joon was holding Aarav's hand.

And Aarav was crying.

Behind them stood Vihaan.

Holding a knife.

Aarav dropped the photograph.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut upstairs.

Rhea screamed.

“Someone locked us in!”

Kabir rushed toward the stairs.

“Help!”

A voice came from the darkness.

“You shouldn't have come here.”

Aarav recognized it immediately.

“Joon?”

A figure slowly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

Joon.

His eyes were filled with anger.

“You have to leave.”

Aarav stepped toward him.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I can't.”

“Why?”

Joon looked at Aarav's palm.

The black mark was glowing.

“Because if you remember everything…”

Joon's voice broke.

“…I'll lose you again.”

Aarav stared at him.

“Again?”

Joon looked away.

“Yes.”

Then the lights went out.

Aarav felt someone's hand grab his wrist.

He turned.

It was Vihaan.

And Vihaan whispered—

“Joon is lying to you.”

Aarav looked between them.

Then Joon suddenly shouted,

“AARAV, RUN!”

A loud crash came from upstairs.

Someone—or something—was coming down the stairs.

Slowly.

One step at a time.

Step.

Step.

Step.

And then Aarav heard his own voice coming from the darkness:

“You should have remembered me three years ago.”