Muhammad Mehran
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The Phone That Shouldn’t Ring
M Mehran After her grandmother’s funeral, Nida inherited the old farmhouse at the edge of town. The place was filled with relics—dusty furniture, cracked photographs, and one object that didn’t belong: a heavy, black rotary phone sitting on the hallway table.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathed
M Mehran It began with a dare. On the outskirts of town stood a house no one wanted to claim. The windows were boarded, the paint peeled, and weeds grew like claws across the porch. Kids called it The Breathing House, because on quiet nights, some swore they heard it exhale.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The Bridge at Midnight
M Mehran Chapter One: The Crossing Sami had always taken the long way home. Not because he liked it, but because it let him avoid the old bridge at the edge of town. Locals called it cursed—too many accidents, too many stories whispered in the dark.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters
The Café of Second Chances
M Mehran Chapter One: The Rainy Evening Arman never liked rain. It made the city streets smell of damp concrete and regret. But that evening, caught without an umbrella, he ducked into a small café he had never noticed before. Its wooden sign read simply: Second Chances.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters
The Silent Chapters of A Life
M Mehran Chapter One: The Stranger in the Mirror Rayan stared at his reflection, his face pale under the bathroom light. At twenty-seven, he should have been brimming with confidence, but instead he saw hesitation staring back. The kind of hesitation that doesn’t come from one failure, but from years of quietly choosing comfort over courage. He had a decent job, a quiet apartment, and a routine that rarely shifted. Yet, inside, a storm brewed—a restlessness he could not name.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters
The Interview That Felt Like a Test of Survival
M Mehran I stepped into the building at exactly 9:59 a.m., just a minute before my scheduled interview. The lobby was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that makes you hyper-aware of every sound—your shoes squeaking, your own heartbeat, the soft hum of the air conditioning.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Interview
The Interview That Changed My Perspective
M Mehran I remember the day vividly—not because it was special, but because it terrified me. I had spent weeks preparing for this interview. Every evening was filled with mock questions, endless research about the company, and pep talks in front of the mirror. I needed this opportunity—not just for a job, but for a chance to prove to myself that I could start over.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Interview
The Interview That Felt Like a Test
M Mehran The elevator ride to the 34th floor felt like a countdown. Each ding of the floors passing by made my heart thump louder. This wasn’t just any interview—it was the one that could define the next chapter of my life.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Interview
