My Sweet Bloody First Love

Eight years ago, I let go of the girl I loved most—Anjali Varadarajan. She was my first love. Sweet, soft-spoken, always smiling… the kind of smile that made even the rain feel warm. We were too young. Life got in the way. She disappeared without a word, leaving behind only silence and a broken promise. Then last night, I met her. Still the same Anjali—same gentle voice, same jasmine-scented hair—but something had changed. There was a heaviness in her eyes. A secret. We had dinner. We talked like old times. For a moment, I believed in fate again. But this morning, the police were at my door. “Rudhran, you are under arrest for the murder of Surya Narayanan.” Her boyfriend. The one she never mentioned during our dinner. I didn’t even know the guy. But my fingerprints are on the knife. My skin under his fingernails. A security video of me near the crime scene. Someone set me up. Now I’m on the run—chased by police, branded a killer. But I’m not running to clear my name. I’m running to find Anjali. Because she’s missing. And the last thing she said before we parted ways at the station was: “Rudhran… if something happens to me tomorrow...” Who are you, Anjali? The girl I once dreamed of marrying—or someone far more dangerous? To find the truth, I must peel back the past we never faced, the love we never questioned, and the blood now soaking my memories. Because sometimes, first love doesn’t heal you. It haunts you.