(Ring ring ring ring....)

The persistent sound of the alarm clock jolted me awake, piercing through the silence of another night devoid of dreams. I groggily rubbed my eyes and reached over to turn off the alarm. However, before I could fully gather my senses, my mother's urgent voice echoed through the house.

"Nayak, get up! Hurry downstairs!"

With a heavy sigh, I begrudgingly left the comfort of my bed and began the morning routine. Slipping into my school uniform, I descended the stairs and found my mother waiting anxiously in the kitchen.

"Here, eat quickly. I have to leave for work soon," she said, placing a meagre breakfast on the table.

"You can go, Mom. I'll make sure to lock the house," I assured her, my voice laced with the determination to take on the responsibilities that had burdened her.

"No, there's something I need to talk to you about," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. I nodded, bracing myself for the news she was about to deliver.

"Our savings are running out, Nayak. We can no longer afford to stay in this house," she confessed, her gaze cast downward in a mix of sadness and resignation.

It had been two months since my father's tragic demise in a truck accident. Ever since that fateful day, my mother had taken on part-time work to support us, to keep our heads above water. The weight of her sacrifice weighed heavily on my heart, fuelling my determination to lessen her burden.

"Please, let me start working part-time too. I can help alleviate some of the financial strain, and I promise I'll still keep my grades up," I pleaded, my voice laced with earnestness. She was my last remaining family, the only person left to chase away the loneliness that threatened to consume me. I couldn't bear to see her struggle alone.

My mother's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me, a mix of pride and worry etched on her face. With a tremble in her voice, she finally responded, "Nayak, you're my precious child. I never wanted you to carry this burden, but if you're willing to share it with me, then perhaps we can weather this storm together."

In that moment, I made a silent vow to protect her, to shoulder the weight of our circumstances alongside her. It was a tragic chapter in our lives, one that tested our resilience and love for each other. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a tale that would unravel a secret past, leading me down a path intertwined with the destiny of a villainous princess.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a faint glow upon our tear-streaked faces, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and heartache, but together, we would find the strength to endure, and perhaps, against all odds, carve out a future brighter than the shadows of our past.

With a heavy heart and a mind clouded by worry, I left my humble abode and made my way to school. Each step felt like an uphill battle, my footsteps echoing the weight of my loneliness. Despite being the class topper, I found solace in books rather than forging connections with my peers. The cold reality of my isolated existence was a constant reminder of my lack of friends.

As I entered the classroom, the hushed whispers and sidelong glances intensified, highlighting my status as an outcast. I kept my head down, hoping to blend into the background, my mind preoccupied with the news of my mother's deteriorating circumstances. It was difficult to concentrate on my studies, but I knew I had to persevere for both of us.

Just as the morning classes began, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I discreetly checked the screen, and my heart sank at the sight of an unknown number. Reluctantly, I answered the call, my voice trembling with apprehension.

"Hello?" I said, my tone cautious yet filled with an underlying sense of dread.

A grave voice on the other end delivered a bombshell that shattered my fragile world. "Nayak, your mother... she's been found dead. It appears she was murdered, and the killer has escaped. She's currently in the hospital."

Time seemed to come to a standstill as the weight of those words sank deep into my soul. The ground beneath me felt unsteady, threatening to crumble beneath the weight of grief and anger. How could someone snuff out the light of the one person who meant everything to me?

The classroom blurred, voices around me becoming distant echoes. My focus narrowed solely on the need to reach the hospital, to be by my mother's side in her time of need. I made a hasty decision to leave, my heart heavy with sorrow, when suddenly, an inexplicable phenomenon unfolded before my eyes.

A brilliant light enveloped the entire classroom, its radiance swallowing everything in its path. Startled cries filled the air as the world around me twisted and distorted, leaving me disoriented and bewildered. And then, as abruptly as it had begun, the blinding light faded, leaving me in a place entirely unfamiliar.

As the blinding light dissipated, my senses gradually returned, and I found myself disoriented and bewildered. Blinking away the remnants of the luminous glare, I realised I was lying on a simple, threadbare bed in a small, dimly lit room. The air hung heavy with the scent of poverty and desperation. I gingerly sat up, my head spinning with the sudden displacement.

Taking a moment to collect myself, I surveyed my surroundings, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. The room I was in was no more than a meagre hut, its worn-out walls sagging under the weight of time. The floor beneath my feet was uneven, the rough wooden planks creaking as I cautiously rose from the bed. Dust danced in the faint streams of light that filtered through the cracks, adding to the forlorn atmosphere.

A knot formed in my throat as I stepped outside, into a scene that only heightened my growing sense of desolation. Surrounding me were rows upon rows of similar huts, each one a testament to poverty and struggle. The people inhabiting them seemed worn and weary, their clothes tattered, their faces etched with lines of hardship. The air was filled with the sounds of muffled sobs and the rhythmic cadence of daily household chores.

I could hardly believe my eyes. This world, this transmigrated reality, had thrust me into a life of destitution. The realization hit me with a force that threatened to shatter my resolve. I, too, was one of them, a face lost among many in this sea of poverty and despair.

Trying to make sense of this grim tableau, I tentatively ventured further, my steps unsteady on the uneven ground. As I passed by each humble dwelling, I caught glimpses of lives worn thin by adversity. Mothers and fathers toiled relentlessly, their eyes dulled with exhaustion, as children roamed barefoot, their laughter tinged with hints of hardship.

It was a heartbreaking sight, a reminder that the world I once knew had been abruptly replaced by a reality harsher and more unforgiving. Questions swirled within me. How had we ended up in this place? Was there any hope of returning to our previous lives? And most urgently, what had become of my mother?

With these thoughts gnawing at my every step, I pressed forward, navigating through the maze of huts. The weight of my own poverty bore down on me, fuelling my determination to uncover the truth and rise above the circumstances that had ensnared us all.

In this world where poverty seemed ubiquitous, where survival was a daily battle, I knew that I must gather the strength to face the challenges ahead. As I ventured deeper into the unknown, the echoes of sorrow and resilience intertwined, forming a symphony that would accompany me on this treacherous journey.

The road ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but with every step, I vowed to unravel the mysteries of this new realm, to discover the secrets that lay hidden within its impoverished facade.

Determined to uncover the truth behind my mother's murder and make sense of this bewildering transmigration, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the challenges ahead. The path that lay before me was shrouded in uncertainty, but I knew deep within that it was a journey I had no choice but to undertake. With the weight of grief and the determination to seek justice, I set forth, ready to unravel the mysteries of this new realm and discover the threads that connected our intertwined destinies.

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Hello everyone its my first time writing a novel and I am open to all criticisms for this story and it will be appreciated.
Sorry for naming the MC on my own username if you have any ideas mention them in comments,

Do you like this kind of writing style or more simpler easy to understand?