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CHAPTER 2...
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"The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years – if it ever did end – began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain..."
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THE TV screen showing up, with NEWS channel pinned into the plane crash news, manifesting up the the photos of people, dead in the crash evinced out someone's photo which literally blew out DHRUV'S mind upon recognizing it immediately...and let out a shocking yet terrifying sigh...
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DHRUV:(shockingly...)how's that even possible...ye..y..yeh to w..oh...wohi ad..a..admi hai na...(remembering last night's conversation with PRADYUMAN...)jiski photo mujhe PR..PRA...PRADYUMAN j..jee ne dikhayi thi...aur woh jisse chaar saal baad milne wale the...
(unable to believe...)mat..matlab yeh ese kese ho sakta hai...(terrifyingly...)to..kya sach main..(jerked his head...)na...nahi nahi...ese kuch nahi hota...bhoot atma jesi koi cheez nahi hoti...yeh sab andh vishwas hai...(still confused badly...)lekinnnnnnnn...
(but then suddenly something striked into his brain...)hann...ek kaam karta hun...kal raat unhone mujhe jo number diya tha...uspe call kata hun...sab pata chal jaega...
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AND immediately not even wasting a single second, HE rushed inside his bedroom, grabbed the same shirt which HE was wearing last night and bewilderedly took out the piece of crumbled paper from the pockets...
and sighed relaxingly, the moment HE saw the number still scribbled over there...and released an exaggerated murmur...
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DHRUV:yeh paper to yahin hai...aur ispe number bhi...(jerking HIS head...)mujhe lag raha hai, main kuch jyada hi soch raha hun...(laughing madly upon HIS thoughts...)warna koi bhoot ke paas thodi na phone hota jo woh mujhe number aur address deke jata...
(imitating...)ki yeh lo mera number aur adress ana kabhi mere ghar taki main tumhe dinner main kha sakun...akhir bhoot jo hun...h..hahaaa haa...hahahaha...(dissapointingly...)ajeeb hun main bhi...
(dialing the number...)lekin phir bhi PRADYUMAN jee ko thoda condolence de deta hun...
(gloomily...)akhir unke dost ki death ho gayi hai...(pitily...)kitne khush the bechare kal raat...chchhhh...
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The same isolated house, in the valley which was dipped in darkness previous night, was having an aroma of being ALIVE again...no nothing has changed...neither the hope of a SON prevailed...nor anyone returned..
BUT still there was yet something different today...because without darkness probably no one would know the warmth of light...and apparently maybe TODAY WAS THE DAY...
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It was a handsome room in the Italian mode of the Empire period-beautiful old faded tapestry panels-reddish-and some ormolu furniture-and other things mixed in-rather conglomerate, but pleasing, all the more pleasing...It was big, not too empty, and seemed to belong to human life, not to show and shut-upedness...
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WITH THE SAME FIGURE SLEEPING by getting totally tarnished with breaking of hope and dream..."A MILLION of words would not bring HIM back"...HE KNEW...because HE has tried..."NEITHER a million of tears would"...HE KNEW...because HE has cried...
BUT still HE TRIES...because that's all ONE can do...
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when a loud ringer of phone...disturbed the whole uncanny silence of the domain, with a little annoyance in the deep sleep of ABHIJEET...who still forcingly grabbed the cell phone and picked it up...
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT...what HE heard next completely stupefied HIM at HIS place...taking away sleep from those pair of eyes replacing with immense shock...when again heard...
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FIGURE:(suppliantly...)hel..hello sir...sir main DHRUV bol raha hun...(reminding HIM...)kal raat aapse mulakat hui thi...
ABHI:(with a bit of confusion...)hello...MR DHRUV...i think you have dialed the wrong number...(notifying...)main to...
DHRUV:(interrupted...)jee aap kon...(invocating...)aap please meri baat thoda PRADYUMAN jee se karwa dijiye...yeh shayad unka hi number hai...
ABHI:(got extremely shocked as if being exposed to an electric supply of 440 VOLT...)P..PRAD..PRADYUMAN...(sternly...)what nonsense...kya mazak hai yeh...aa..aap jante bhi hai kya baat kar rahe hain...hann...
DHRUV:(trynna make the later understand...)lekinn...main to sirf...(but before HE could even complete his sentence or even justify himself...ABHIJEET disconnected the call boiling up in anger...)
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DHRUV:arehh...kya ajeeb admi hai...(re-dialing again...)phirse try karta hun...
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WHILE ABHIJEET was literally still at HIS place...I mean whatttttttt...how the hell can someone call HIM up asking these stupid stuffs, not even having 1% sense..but was it really...welllllll...(you would know it soon...😏😏)
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There was an absolute silence to HIS soul...HE could feel the ANGER chills in HIS blood, with coldness bringing the synapses of HIS brain to a stand still...BUTTTTT...a part of it is even pain...yet which one can endure, one can sleep through night after night without the anaesthesia of false hope...
NEVERTHELESS already stumbled upon the WORST but still HOPING for the BEST...
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BUTT all HIS thoughts got disturbed yet again as HIS phone rang for the second time from the same number...and even this time HE picked it up, with eyes showing up fiery blaze...but before even HE could start, the later started with an annoying tone...
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DHRUV:(snubbing...)kya hai hann...ese phone kya kaat diya...chup chap tumhare malik PRADYUMAN jee ko phone do...
(ABHIJEET got double shocked...and HIS suppressed anger was already on the verge of erupting like volcano...while DHRUV continued in a teasing tone...)suna nahi kya...phone do...
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ABHI:(chewing tone...)DADDD nahi hai...
DHRUV:(aghastingly, realized HIS mistake...)i am so sorry sir...mujhe pata nahi tha ki aap unke bete hai...(querying...)wese kab tak aenge woh...
ABHI:(stood up from the bed, and burst out...) kabhi nahi...
(shouting at the top of HIS voice...)suna tumne...woh chaar saal pehle ja chuke hain...HE'S dead 4 years ago...(painfully...) kabhi nahi lotenge woh aab...samjheeeee...(composing HIMSELF...)ainda yahan kabhi call mat karna nahi to achha nahi hoga...IDIOTTTTTTT...
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AND without even disconnecting the call, threw the phone in anger, which broke into numerous pieces...all along with HIS heart...as REMEMBERING someone you lost is easy, but MISSING the same person is the HEARTACHE that never goes away...
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"What's left in my memories with you are just images,
Those feelings, that closeness they have all faded away,
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Wish we could meet again, with the same feelings, that we had for each other when we separated,
But time would play its's game, we might not be the same, when we meet again...
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WHILE DHRUV was literally stunned at HIS place...with HIS ears ringing with one and only one line "HE'S DEAD 4 YEARS AGO..."...WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT...
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"then who was the figure who gave HIM a lift the previous night..."
"and even if HE was so called ghost/spirit/evil doppelgänger or maybe anything of the same category...then, according to folks why did HE not seek revenge from HIM...as even showed up in the movies..."
"and most importantly why did HE gave HIS number and address to HIM...
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BUTTTT then came another query popping up into HIS mind, was HE the same man with whom HE did interact last night...because in such a big city called MUMBAI, obviously there wouldn't be one and only person with the name PRADYUMAN...
and now about the number, maybe HE might have missed out any digit or misinterpreted it...so to dig out the whole matter, the only way left out was to reach the desired address as scribbled in the paper...
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the car ran on the road without the awareness of neither scorching heat nor any other factor...because the figure inside it was not in a state to think of all those as the happenings from previous night had just twirled HIS head in 360 degrees...
it was the same highway HE was running his car along, which HE had been travelling yesterday night...yeah...the same Pune-Mumbai expressway...THE BEGGINING POINT OF ALL THE HAPPENINGS...
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when HIS car halted before a "Chai stall" to have a break...
since HIS body had really given up as HIS stomach was empty since the morning and now adding to HIS miseries the scribbled address was 60 kms away from HIS house, just near where HIS car had torn away the previous night...
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HE came out from the car...and walked to the shop to have a glass of tea along with some biscuits...even though HE was not not at all interested, BUT well as like HIS car, even HIS body needed some fuel...so initiated...
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DHRUV:(handing over money...)bhaiyaaa...ek pani ka bottle dena aur saath main ek cup chai bhi...
PERSON:yeh lo sahab...
DHRUV:(out of curiosity, in order to idiosyncrasy the matter more by start investigating from the initial point...
[well how can you assume a PARAPSYCHOLOGIST to leave the matter, and that too indicating towards PARANORMAL existance ...unanswered...] so asked out...)wese bhiyaa aage jake jo petrol station hai, wahan ka attendant kesa hai...(trying to sound casual...)matlab...
PERSON:(interrupted surprisingly...)kon sa petrol station sahab...koi naya bana hai kya...
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DHRUV:(disagreeing...)nahiiiiii...usse dekh ke to puranaa hi lagta hai...
PERSON:(cacklingly...)mazak kahe ko karte ho sahab...yahan dur dur tak koi petrol pump nahi hai...
DHRUV:(again trying to make the later understand...)kya baat kar rahe ho tum...kal raat hi to mene udhar se petrol bharwaya tha...aur tum keh rahe ho ki kuch nahi hai...(sternly...)hann...
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PERSON:(glued to HIS point...)sahab apko shayad vehem hua hai...(AND DHRUV was again going to say something, the man interrupted...)koi nahi sahab...chaliye hum abhi chal ke dekh lete hain...
(mockingly...)aap kiss petrol station ki baat kar rahe hain...
DHRUV:(confidently...)theek hai chalo...
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AND THEY drove to the same place where DHRUV halted last night and to HIS utmost surprise there was not even a single trace of petrol station and the same GOOGLE MAP which was showing up the traces of petrol station was nowhere in the site...
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AND THIS was the moment DHRUV was as cold as ice...
the confidence of being a non believer of ghost and non-existence of SUPERNATURAL entity, just vanished like a thin air...
WTFFFFFF...i mean...aaghhhh...even this feelings can't be described in words...it all seemed like a big horrible dream for HIM which aroused a strong desire of someone waking HIM up from sleep, telling "IT'S JUST A DREAM...WAKE UP DUDE..."
BUT HE knew it's not...it was neither a dream nor a nightmare...it was sheer reality...
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ABHIJEET was still sitting at the same position recalling today's morning incident...because it was really strange someone calling up and asking about HIS DAD 4 years after death...it all seemed as if someone is playing a really bad prank with HIM unaware of the twist HIS life was gonna show up...
no...it's not much far now...the time has already come to life show it's colours from yet parallel universe when the door bell rang disturbing HIS thoughts...
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HE stood up from the bed, washed HIS face and walked down the stairs...in order to open the door...ANDDDDDDDD...there awaited another shock for HIM as HE saw a figure standing there dipped in sweat and fear stricken face as cold and white as ice...so immediately asked...
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ABHIJEET:(panicking voice...)jee aap kon...aur ese kyun...
FIGURE:(interrupted fearfully...)jee maine hi apko subah call kiya tha...(ABHIJEET shocked and the volcano again got activated ever-ready to burst...)mujhe jara PRA..PRADYUMAN jee ke bare main janna tha...to kya aap muj...
ABHIJEET:(furiously...)tum ghar tak agaye...tumhari itni himmat...abhi uar issi waqt niklo yahan se...
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DHRUV:(beseechingly...)lekin a..aap ek baar meri baat to sun...
ABHIJEET:(gritting HIS teeth...)niklooooo...abhi aur issi waqt...(enragedly...)subah se majak banake rakha hai...
DHRUV:(pleading badly...)please aap meri baat suniye...mera vishwas kijiye...(helplessly...)main kal raat unse mila tha...aur meri unse baat hui thi...
ABHIJEET:(forcingly propelling DHRUV out of the house, as it was really enough for HIM to stand and hear this SHIT...)tum jate ho ya police ko bulaun...
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ABHIJEET harshly jerked HIS hands and was going to close the door, BY HOOK OR BY CROOK when suddenly...
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DHRUV:(grappling and scuffling badly...)aap please thoda to suniye...
(in a go...)unka kaad kuch panch foot ka tha...woh patli se badi badi ankhein...(remembering something...)aur hann...unhone woh black suit pehna tha...aur blue hat bhi red tie ke saath...
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AND SUDDENLY ABHIJEET STOPPED...HE was literally hell shocked at HIS place...and there spread a very unusual silence in the whole environment...
BOTH of them stood silently unable to propel forward...WHENNNNNNN...ABHIJEET, re-tracing HIMSELF back form the scenario...spoke up in an extremely shocked, fearful and low voice...
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ABHIJEET:(petrifyingly...)ma..ain..maine DA..DAD ko...da..dafn..na te hue...bi..bilkul yahi kapde pe..p...pehe..enae the...
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WAIT WAIT...WELL BEFORE LEAVING THODA SUSPENSE TO BANTA HAI GUYSSSS...KYUNN...😋😋
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WAS IT ALL REAL WHICH WAS HAPPENING UP WITH DHRUV OR WAS SHEER IMAGINATION OF FILLING UP PETROL AND TAKING A LIFT AS HE WAS IN PROBLEM, THE PREVIOUS NIGHT...
BECAUSE ACP IS DEAD 4 LONG YEARS BACK SO HOW COULD IT EVEN BE POSSIBLE TAKING A LIFT FROM A DEAD MAN...
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BUT WHAT ABOUT THE PICTURE OF SALUNKHE HE SAW IN THE PLANE CRASH NEWS...AND EVEN, HOW COULD HE DESCRIBE ACP'S PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ALONG WITH THE DRESS HE WORE IN THE FUNERAL...I MEAN IT'S NEVER EVER POSSIBLE BY IMAGINATION...
WELL...WAS IT INDEED A PARANOMIC EXPERIENCE, OR EVEN HAS SOMETHING VERY BIG HIDDEN WITHIN THE COVER...
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