Chapter 1

Taani / TaaRey FF - "Twins: The Lying Games!"

Author's Note:

Hey, lovely peeps! Does anyone watch The Lying Games - by Sara Shephard' TV show r had any read d actual series of it? Here I'm presenting a new brand story of Taani / TaaRey inspired by this novel. Probably, a story which muffles u with unbelievable n unexpected twists. Though d idea is been lend by d actual book, story will be embellished in my way. Hope u all will like it. Thank u.

@Prologue@

I woke up in a bare-foot bathtub in an unusual grey-tiled bathroom. The green dingy toothpaste is popped in a hanger instead of my hygienic red one. The mirror beside was strained with d drips of water sprinkled by partial closed tap of a sink. The small window sill is flipping as d cool breeze swing heavily showcasing the gloomy sky marked with isolated full moon. What day it is? Where am I? Is this someone's barn apartment? I could barely remember my name as Taanz Shekawat, or that I lived in country garden [random name] of Delhi.

"Taani" a guy's voice called from d pre neighbor room. "You home?"

"Yup! Stop spying on me n better do ur work" disgustingly snapped a voice nearby.

A gracile figure opened the bathroom door, her tangled auburn long hairs scattered across her face. Her face galloped in d dark merging her real image.

"Hey" I sniffed.

"I'm in here! Can't u see" I growled again.

 My body trembled weightlessly. When I scanned down, it fluttered underneath a sparkle of dim light.

"Hush..." I'm hallucinating insanely wild.

The girl didn't seem to hear my long moans.

"Are u deaf?" I snarled impatiently.

But she pressed lavender lotion n smeared it on her bare arms. A wooden door flung opened again by an average hot teenage guy. He barged in "Oh!" he gazed at her succinctly hugged T-shirt quoted by jumble of alphabets n numbers.

"I didn't knew u were in here, Taani" he apologized with a fake tone.

"That's may be y d door is shut" shrieked Taani pushing him out and slammed it on his face. She returned back slightly moving at mirror. I stood right behind her.

"Hey" I cried once more.

Finally, she looked up. My eyes flickered in relief to meet her sight. But when I gazed into d plain glass, I yowled hardly. Since Taani looked exactly d same as me like a mirror image. Taani turned back and walked out of the bathroom. I followed her as some friction yanked me behind her.

Who is this girl? Why are we both looking same as clones? What happened to me? Why am I not visible? Why can't I remember anything? Y can't I feel the fresh fragrance of aching orchid blossoms? Y does the citric acidity odor of lemons and oranges at my back yard isn't enraptured pleasantly? Why my memory is fainting often? Y I couldn't remember my favorite song or favorite dish? I can't feel any light on my body? It feels like my body had succumbed in the savage of underground water from very long. I strived impeccably to recall or reminisce but every second the clock ticked, it went fuzzier n fuzzier. Slowly, my energized muscles melted uneasily, eyes shut n blinked in d flash of a pan to see my shadow standing over me.

"Oh My God!" I whispered haphazardly in disbelief with shell-shock.

No wonder Taani didn't see me. No wonder my image wasn't reflected by d mirror. I wasn't really here. I was dead.