Chapter 1
[A/N: Something new. Something never attempted. Please be patient regarding the updates. And this is a drabble series, so don't crib on the length of the updates please.]
"I'm going out for a while... for a walk." He said, unsure of this uneasy feeling spreading inside his chest.
"Baba.. Itni raat ko? Aapko nahi jaana chaahiye..." the elderly servant tries to interject the orders of his little master, knowing very well that the lord of the house will rain havoc when he comes to know that his son is missing.. again.
"Oh Please, Karamji. Mai 24 saal ka hu.. 4 saal ka nahi. Ab toh apne dialogues badaliye.." He interjected the interjection, pulling his muffler a little tighter around his neck, and then slipped into the dark grey coat. Something just didn't feel right tonight, and now he regretted his decision of coming back home even more.
He ignored the distinct frazzled eyes of the servant, whom he had known all his life. What was the problem with the people of this area? Why did they refuse to grow with time? They still believed in all the stupid nonsensical superstitions possible, and that made all his internal organs groan out loud.
What was it? It felt as if something was gnawing at his heart. If only he could place it properly. Where was this strange voice coming from? And why wouldn't anybody else hear it?