USMAN KHAN

The Broken Mirror

One day, I noticed that the mirror was showing me a reflection that wasn't mine. Instead, I saw a woman with dark hair and a face that looked familiar but also unsettling. As I tried to touch the glass, the mirror began to glow and the woman's reflection started to move, as if she was trying to break free from the glass. Suddenly, the mirror shattered and I fell backward, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.