Lucky's Writing

The Hollow Soul It was an unusually cold night, with the moon hiding behind a thick veil of clouds. In the silence of his apartment, Arjun stared at his reflection in the window. His eyes, once filled with ambition, now carried a void so deep it mirrored the darkness outside. The city lights shimmered behind him, but they felt distant—like stars in a sky he could never reach. Arjun wasn’t always this way. There was a time when he laughed, dreamed, and chased the world with open arms. But betrayal had a way of carving scars that words couldn’t heal. One by one, the people he trusted—friends, colleagues, even family—had let him down. Each betrayal was a whisper in the wind, eroding his faith in humanity. That night, he closed his eyes, wishing for an escape. Not death—no, Arjun wasn’t ready to die. He just wanted to stop feeling, to disconnect from the relentless ache gnawing at his soul. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. The city was vast, ...