✨ THE GIRL WHO STOLE A STAR 🌟

Mira Sharma was seventeen, chronically online, emotionally unavailable on weekdays, and somehow always the main character in situations she never auditioned for.

Her life was literally giving one-star review.

School? A whole circus.

Friends? Currently under investigation.

Love life? Girl, please. Even her crush left her on delivered for three business days.

And her parents?

“Beta, you need to focus on your studies.”

“Beta, stop using your phone.”

“Beta, why are you always in your room?”

Like, HELLO? Maybe because her room was the only place where nobody asked her to explain why she looked sad when she wasn’t even sad. Or why she looked happy when she was actually dying inside.

Not dying-dying, obviously. Just the classic teenage experience of feeling seventeen different emotions before breakfast.

Anyway, Mira lived in a tiny town called Bellweather, where everybody knew everybody’s business.

If you sneezed at 9 a.m., aunty ji would ask about your health by 9:03, and by lunch, the entire town would have three theories about your vitamin deficiency.

The town was cute, though.

Little bookstores. Old houses. Streetlights that flickered like they had unresolved childhood trauma. And a forest on the outskirts that everyone called the Whispering Woods.

According to local legends, the forest was cursed.

According to Mira, the forest was probably just full of mosquitoes and bad life choices.

Until one Friday night, when everything changed.

It was 11:47 p.m.

Mira was lying in bed, scrolling through reels, when the electricity went out.

“Bro. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Her phone battery was at 4%.

Outside her window, the sky looked strange.

Not cloudy. Not stormy.

Just... empty.

Mira frowned and pushed her curtains aside.

Usually, Bellweather’s night sky was filled with stars. Her grandmother used to say that every star represented a wish someone had made.

But tonight, the sky was pitch-black.

Not a single star.

Except one.

A tiny golden light was falling from the sky.

Straight toward the Whispering Woods.

Mira blinked.

Then blinked again.

“Okay, either I’m hallucinating, or somebody up there just dropped their Wi-Fi router.”

The light disappeared behind the trees.

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then Mira heard it.

A whisper.

Not from outside.

From inside her room.

“Find me before sunrise.”

Her phone died.

Mira stared at it.

Then she stared at the window.

Then she did what any completely rational person would do.

She grabbed her hoodie, shoved a flashlight into her pocket, and texted her best friend.

Except, obviously, her phone was dead.

“Slay,” she muttered. “Love that for me.”

Ten minutes later, Mira was walking toward the Whispering Woods in her pajamas and sneakers, questioning every decision that had led her here.

And that, besties, was how the girl who had absolutely no plans for the weekend accidentally became responsible for saving the universe.

No pressure.