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Saisha: Captive of His Sin

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Saisha: Captive of His Sin

๐’๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐š ๐ฑ ๐‘๐š๐ฒ๐š๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก! โœง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐•๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ โœง.* Some stories begin with love at first sight. Saisha Royโ€™s began with a voice recording from a stranger. One ordinary Sunday, she was curled up in her cozy apartment, lost in her favorite music, when an unexpected email appeared on her screen. No subject. No sender name. Just an audio file. A therapy session. Most people would have ignored it. Deleted it. Reported it. But Saisha? She pressed play. And then she did it again. And again. For three years, she listened. Month after month, a new recording arrivedโ€”an intimate glimpse into a strangerโ€™s mind. A man spilling his darkest thoughts to a therapist. But the sessions werenโ€™t about him. They were about a woman he loved. A woman he lost. Saisha should have stopped. She should have questioned why she kept coming back, why she felt drawn to a voice she had never seen a face to. But she didnโ€™t. She gave him a nameโ€”Mr. Psychoโ€”and let his words consume her. Let his obsession seep into her reality until she started craving those recordings like an addiction. It was harmless, she told herself. Just a voice. After all, what were the chances sheโ€™d ever meet him? Zero. At least, thatโ€™s what she believed. Until her estranged brotherโ€”who had grown distant and unnaturally cold toward her three years agoโ€”called with a warning that sent a chill down her spine. โ€œDonโ€™t leave the house for a week.โ€ And as if fate wasnโ€™t done playing its game, another email arrived. Another recording. But this time, the title wasnโ€™t untitled like the others. Last Recording. And if that wasnโ€™t enough to shake her world, fate delivered one final twistโ€”she saved a stranger from dying that very same week. And as he lay there, barely conscious, he spoke. The moment his voice reached her ears, Saishaโ€™s world shattered. Because he sounded exactly like Mr. Psycho.

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