《Your Love In Page》 PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prologue :- The book and the calf. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Inside a large, spacious room of a quiet realm, a young buffalo calf, no larger than a book, wandered playfully, wiggling its tail around as it tried to bite it. Its glossy black skin shimmered faintly as it skipped around, trying to catch its tail. During its swirling, its small, shiny horns nudged a book. On a large wooden table, which was a little bigger than the calf, a peculiar book was placed right at the corner. With the calf''s playful push, the book shook, causing it to slide off. Just as the book was falling, the floor disappeared, and a black, mysterious, swirling hole appeared just beneath the falling book. But just before the book was about to fall into the hole, the playful calf snapped one of its pages, preventing it from falling. "Moof!" The calf had just taken a sigh of relief when it heard a _tear_. The page it bit on tore apart from the book and fell into that void hole, causing the calf to stumble into a backward roll. With the page still in its mouth, it shook its head. After a quick look around to make sure nobody had seen its blunder, the calf dived into the void hole, trying to catch the book. The book continued to fall, gaining speed into the dark void of space. Behind it followed the calf, still holding the torn page. It moved its small hooves, trying to stop the book from falling further, but the book remained beyond its reach. Soon, the book appeared in the expanse of space, glowing faintly as it hurtled toward a bright blue planet in the distance. The calf trailed after it, with a determined look on its face as it snorted, "Moo" `( ?? ? ?? )`. As the book descended toward the planet, it began to tear apart. Soon, it tore into two halves, and at that very moment, the blue planet below trembled and began to split into two identical planets, with a huge swirling black vortex forming between these two identical plates. The two halves of the book propelled themselves toward the two planets, with the calf, holding the torn page, still in pursuit. ¡ú---------------¡ú-----------------------¡ú-------------------¡ú--------------------¡ú----------------¡ú CHAPTER - 1 NEIL AND THE MYSTERIOUS BOOK ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Here''s your belongings. Sign here before taking them," a prison assistant said, handing a register to the man in shabby clothes sitting on the other side of the glass window. Neil signed on the pointed area. After the procedure, the assistant signaled to the prison guard standing beside him. The guard uncuffed Neil and escorted him out of the prison. The metal door of the prison opened. "Don''t land here again," the prison guard said in his hoarse voice, peeping through the metal door. Neil didn''t reply, just gave a brief nod before stepping out. Soon, he realized it was actually warmer inside. Still dressed in his thin, shabby summer clothes, Neil truly felt the bite of the sharp winter wind. Outside the prison were just muddy paths. Nearby, some piles of screed and coarse sand were formed, with bulldozers standing idle.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. It was barren as far as the eye could see, with only a couple of dried trees standing alone in the winter wind. "God Himself writes our fate in His book, so everything that happens is for good. Isn''t that what you used to tell me, Maa?" Neil said, glancing at the cold sky, recalling what his mother used to say to him when he was little. "Did He forget to write mine, or did He have some feud with me in my past life?" With a quick sigh, he slung his backpack over his shoulders and began walking toward the highway. After spotting a cab coming, he flagged it down and climbed in. It was warm inside. His hardened skin finally loosened up in the cab''s warmth. He handed a small piece of paper to the driver, who glanced at it and started driving. "Kids these days. It''s freaking cold outside, and you still roam around in these light clothes," the elderly cab driver said sarcastically, glancing at Neil in the rearview mirror. Neil responded with a wry smile as he lowered his head. Seeing his reaction, the driver stopped asking further questions. Still, as Neil continued to shiver and sneeze throughout the ride, the driver kept throwing concerned glances at him. The cab pulled up near a medical store. The driver got out, and after some time, returned holding a brown paper bag in his hand. "Here, take this," he said, passing the bag to Neil. Inside were some medicines. "Take it," he added, his face holding a scolding expression. "But¡ª" Neil tried to refute. "Just take it. Seeing your situation, I doubt you even have enough money to pay for the ride," the elderly driver insisted. Hearing his reasoning, Neil couldn''t muster a single word. He silently took the bag. The cab continued its journey until it pulled up to a building complex. Neil took some money out of his pocket and handed it to the driver. "I still had some," he said in a soft voice. The elderly driver smiled at him, accepted the fare, and left. Neil now stood in front of an old building complex. Its paint had faded, barely visible anymore. His apartment was on the second floor¡ªa small unit with a dented metal door. He unlocked it with a key. The door groaned, as he pushed it open. His apartment was a 1-BHK: a room straight from the entrance, a bathroom to the left of the straight corridor, and a kitchen that was part of the corridor. A small balcony lay behind the single room. As Neil entered, the first thing that greeted him was clothes brushing against his feet. Clothes were scattered all over the room. Drawers from the stools were pulled out, their contents spilling over. The furniture was scattered, with some pieces broken. The mattress on the bed looked like it had been thrown aside. All in all, his apartment was a mess. On top of everything, layers of dust had settled over the furniture and the clothes strewn around. "At least they shouldn''t make it obvious," Neil muttered under his breath. He placed his bag on a nearby stool and let out a soft sigh before gathering the scattered clothes and tossing them into a basket. He lifted the fallen furniture, grabbed a broom, and started sweeping away the dust. The state of his apartment didn''t shock him much¡ªit was almost as if he had anticipated it. After sweeping out the dust, he picked up a battered old radio from the floor. Carefully, he fixed its broken antenna, replaced the rusted batteries with some he found in a drawer, and twisted the dial to search for a signal. "November has finally started, and it seems like the cold this time will really break many records," a female voice announced as the radio signal stabilized. "At least something is here to keep me company," Neil thought, allowing a slight smile as he continued cleaning. "Phew, finally done." The house now felt a little more livable to him. The mattress was dusted off and placed back on the bed. The clothes were no longer scattered across the floor, and the dust was gone. The air felt a little lighter. "" He sneezed. Still, he was shivering in his thin clothes. Although the cleaning had warmed him up a bit, his clothes provided little relief. "According to the DMD, minor tremors of earthquakes might be felt in several areas across the country. This has been associated with the meteor shower. Astrologists suggest that¡ª" Neil switched off the radio, wanting to save the battery. He picked up his backpack from the stool. "Huh? Why does it feel heavy?" he wondered. It felt much heavier than before. He hadn''t purchased or added anything to it, and the bag of medicine the elderly driver gave him was too light to make a difference. Placing the backpack on the bed, he unzipped it. First, he pulled out the bag of medicine, but his expression changed as he retrieved the next item. "Huh?!" What he pulled out was a book. "Aye? What is this book?" He turned it around to inspect it. It looked old, with a hard, cardboard-like cover. "Neither did I put it in, nor do I remember anyone else doing so. Did someone from the prison put it in?" He thought Neil was bewildered. He never had an interest in books, nor the luxury of reading them in prison, so he was certain he hadn''t taken it. Curious, he flipped through some pages and stopped at one. Something was written on the left page. Although only a few lines were written, what was there blew Neil''s mind. CHAPTER 2 - NEIL AND THE BOOK (PRT-2) ** CHAPTER 2 Neil was shocked as he read the text written on the page of that book, even more so seeing how the book was writing the text further by itself. The only words he could utter after reading those texts were, "What the¡ª", "It''s writing me!" --"Neil got a reaction mixed with confusion, shock, and fear. He hadn''t seen such a thing ever in his life. His hands were shivering even more than in the cold, as trails of sweat came down his face. A thought suddenly struck his mind as he¡ª"-- That''s what was being written in the book by itself. Seeing it, Neil immediately flipped back to the first page of the book and was shocked again as he read: --"Neil felt something. His backpack was heavy. The first thought that came to his mind was, did someone put something to trap me again? He had already tasted the bitterness of being caught in someone''s hunting trap, and he didn''t want to go through that again. Quickly, he put the backpack onto the bed. Slowly, he took out the bag of medicine. He was still praying for the worst to not come... but a beat of relief ran over him as he saw that the heavy thing was a book. But soon, he pondered where it came from."-- "Thud." Neil shut the book. Reading it even by himself made him feel like he was being stripped naked from within. These emotions, these feelings, were things he didn''t even tell himself, and the book was writing them aloud, as if it was just inside him, listening to his heartbeat and the cogs in his mind turning around. "What in the heck of a world of an asteroiding earthquake..." Shivers ran down his spine as he started babbling nonsense after seeing¡ªor rather, reading¡ªwhat had just happened to him. He felt assaulted by a mere book. Neil hurriedly put the book back inside the backpack and lay down on the bed, tucking his hands between his legs. "Ahhh...what the hell was that? Am I dreaming or something?" Neil acted like a teenager who had found a live centipede in his socks after wearing them the whole day¡ªfar from his 25 years. "Huff. Okay, that was just a cringey book. Just a teeny, tiny cringe book... ooo." He stood up, trying to calm himself as goosebumps ran through his whole body. Still tightening his heart, Neil unzipped the bag again and took out the book. But first, he inspected it up close. The book had a hard cardboard-like cover on both sides. It had a metallic texture and the vibe of an old book, but it didn''t have a title¡ªor more like it wasn''t visible. The cover was a bit rusty.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Neil opened up the book to its last written page, and it was still writing, nonstop. Still taken aback by this mysterious and magical thing¡ªwhich he thought, of course, wasn''t a book¡ªhe wondered, "It''s still writing even when in my hand. Although I don''t want to read all that cringe stuff, will it stop writing if I place it away from my hand?" putting the book down, he stepped back.But the book still continued to write. "It''s still writing!" Astonished, Neil stared at the strange book. "Ugh, what if I get even further away from it?" Slowly, he backed away from the book, observing its writing as he moved. About two meters away, the book stopped. Meanwhile, the tub of clothes had overflowed with water, as Neil had earlier left it under the running tap. The sound of the water soon attracted his attention. He ran to the bathroom and turned it off. "Phew, thank God. I really don''t have enough money to pay for extra bills." After turning it off, Neil washed the dirty clothes and hung them on the balcony. But as soon as he stepped outside, the November wind gave him a reality check¡ªhe really needed to buy winter clothes. Hurriedly, he closed the balcony door and went back into his room, rubbing his palms against his shoulders to get some warmth. "Ah!, please, please let them be." Recalling something, Neil jumped from the bed in a hurry, sliding his arm under it. Soon, a small hook pricked his finger. He pulled it down, and a metal box fell from the hidden space. "Thank God it''s still here." He hurriedly opened the metal box. Inside were some photos and other miscellaneous things, which Neil brushed aside. His eyes landed on a bundle of old rupee notes. Neil took out the bundle and counted it: 3,000 rupees¡ªSix notes of 500 rupees each. Relieved, he finally let out a sigh. Holding the bundle in front of him as he lay on the bed, he said, "These 3,000 rupees¡­ I have to survive on them till I find a job. But how?" Looking at the money, the weight that had just brushed off his shoulders soon returned, weighing his heart down. He realized that even a single piece of winter clothing cost around 1,000 rupees or more. But how could he spend all the money on clothes when he wouldn''t have enough left for basic groceries for the month? Darting his gaze around, it fell onto the book that was still writing by itself. --Neil thought, "Even if I got enough money, how would I pay the bills for this month? And that''s assuming I find a job within a month."-- "This¡ªthis damn book! Can''t you just write while being considerate of my inner privacy?" Neil growled, gritting his teeth as goosebumps prickled his skin. --"Overcome with cringe, he continued to take his frustration out on the book. He was reliving his pent-up anger on a non-living thing."-- The book wrote "What? Non-living? Are you?" He jumped over the book in response. --"Still, he wondered how he could manage all that, how he should make a budget for the month with these 3,000 rupees."-- The book continued.. The book suddenly wrote a strange line: --"Follow the lady next door."-- This strange line that the book wrote really astonished Neil. With a sour mouth, he said, "What? You could reply? I mean, like, you could write something else besides me?" Neil waited for the answer, but the book just continued its earlier behavior of writing about Neil. "What? Did it malfunction, and are you telling me to be a stalker?" That strange line really pinched Neil. He didn''t want to, but still, he took his bag, put the book into it, and headed out after locking the door. As he turned left, he saw an elderly grandma exiting the apartment next door. Startled, he rushed behind the support beam. "What, there is actually a woman? Can this book predict the future? And why would it tell me to follow some grandma?" ** CHAPTER 3 NEILS SHOPPING IN PARADISE CHAPTER 3 The elderly lady locked the door and slowly headed to the stairway. "Wait, why am I hiding? It''s not like I am stalking her. I mean, the book told me to follow her, but not currently." Neil, straightening his chest, got out from behind the pillar and started to go towards the stairway. They left the building. The lady continued to walk slowly as she crossed the road, Neil following her. "Should I continue? But how will my problem be solved by following her?" he thought. "Like, is it telling me to snatch that purse of hers?" he thought, looking at the grandma''s purse. Upfront, the grandma took a left turn. Neil, behind her, saw her enter an area with markets all around, all expensive stores. "WHAT! Even a small piece of cloth from here would cost me more than myself," he thought as he started to doubt the prediction of the book even more. He stopped, looking around at all the big shops with large advertising screens, women and men carrying large paper bags in their hands, mannequins showcasing clothes of different brands. "Wait, let me recheck it." Neil started to take off his bag and take out the book, but soon he noticed that the grandma was not around anywhere. He stopped, slung his backpack again, and scanned around quickly. Soon, he spotted the grandma walking further, crossing the road. Hurriedly, he ran to her. Following her, she entered a small street. After walking a little more, they entered an atmosphere completely different from before. "What the¡ª" Astonished again, Neil looked around, spinning like a timid princess. In contrast to the luxurious and calm market before, this here was completely different: small, packed-up shops lined one after another, filled with clothes and things up to the brim. Vendors shouted like poets, waving clothes in their hands, "2 for a hundred, 2 for a hundred, only here, not there," they sang. Many were even selling in the middle of the street, with their products over a small trolley. "Wow... paradise." These were the first words that came out from his mouth as he heard the price. This market was much larger than the branded one earlier, curved in small streets. It was almost like a maze, where if by any chance someone dived into it, they would never find their way back. Still gulping, he took the courage and dived in. After about 3 hours of shopping and 2 hours of being lost, Neil finally came out of the crowded maze. "Haah, finally. Let me check if I have all the items I bought or not." He took a deep breath and took a quick check onto his shopping list he had in his mind and the items he bought. "Inners, sweaters, warm shirts, jeans, gloves, socks¡ªsocks? Where are they? Did I leave them anywhere?" Checking through, the socks were missing. They were not in that cloth bag in which he had put all the other items.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Did someone steal them? But why would anyone steal socks?" He checked the bag from the bottom to make sure there wasn''t any cut, until, in a hurry, he slung off his backpack from one shoulder and saw the socks in the bottle pocket of that bag. "Phew... Shawl... check. Everything is checked." And in about 2,000 rupees, he bought two pairs of basic clothes, sweaters, and all the minimum clothes he needed to survive the winter, at least for this year. "Um, I should also buy some basic ingredients and utensils," he thought, looking at the bundle of notes in his hand, as he quickly put them in his pocket as if to protect them from being snatched. After buying some utensils, basic ingredients, and a 5kg pack of wheat flour, he was now left with around 250 rupees from the 1k he had left after buying the clothes. Filled with brightness and cheerfulness, he headed to his home (apartment). "I am really satisfied. I can''t believe I can buy this much even with only the little amount I had," he said, looking around at all the items he had bought, which he had placed onto the bed as if they were trophies. "Mmmua, you are my lifesaver. I can''t believe I can survive this winter under the roof." Neil said, kissing the book. "I really had no idea how I was going to survive without any money and a job. I was ready to sell this apartment." "Can''t believe the money I saved for her would help me this way. God really had forsaken me." "I really didn''t expect to chance upon such a miracle like you. Except for that writing part of yours, you are really a wonderful book. Maybe I should read a little," he thought, as he opened the book. --"Neil thought how wonderful it would have been if the book could reply back. Maybe I would have someone who wouldn''t leave me; at least then, this loneliness wouldn''t be so bearing,"-- the book wrote as he read it in his mind. "Ahh, can''t you just stop there? You were just this close to making a place in my heart had you not written all that bullshit. I¡ªI didn''t even think like that." His cheeks were red. "What? Are you omniscient? Huh? Don''t act like you know me when even I don''t," he said in a low voice as he sat beside the book, looking down. --"Neil didn''t know why he was treating the book like a living object, why he was treating it like a human, why he was acting like it had feelings, why he was talking to it¡­"-- But before reading it any further, he closed the book and placed it inside the backpack again, which he carefully placed onto a stool near the bed. He then quickly picked up all the clothes and put them into the tub inside the bathroom for washing, picked up the utensils and put them inside the sink for washing also, and lined up the ingredients and ''masalas'' he had bought into the kitchen shelves. ???? Night had fallen, and the winter soared. Till now, all the clothes he had washed and dried. Neil was in the balcony, gazing onto the city lights. At the back of the building complex was the highway and the ''rich sector,'' that''s what he heard others calling it. Basically, it was where the rich of the city lived, a society only for the rich. "The lights completely conceal the small stars in the sky; they are really bright," he thought. , "Ooo, maybe I should get back inside. The breeze out here is really cold. If I get sick, I don''t even have money for treatment." Getting back, he prepared some food for himself. It was a few chapatis made of wheat flour and a dish made of radish leaves¡ª''Bhuji.'' This was what he could only survive off of: the flour was the only long-term solution. It would provide chapatis, which are healthy and the base of every diet. Also, the price of radish was low, so he could make dinner from radish leaves and breakfast and lunch from radish... all in all, a great choice to buy. "Hahaha, how good it would''ve been if I hadn''t run to here, at that time 4 years ago. Had I listened to Maa-Paa, maybe I wouldn''t have¡ª" Neil thought as he watched the scene outside through the balcony glass door while eating. --- DICTIONARY Radish - A white vegetable like a carrot. Bhuji - An indian dish, usually eaten in winter, made up of the leaves of Radish. Chapati - A flat bread made by dough, usually made of wheat flour. CHAPTER 4 - THE STRANGE ENCOUNTER AND THE CRASH CHAPTER 4 The morning was colder than yesterday. It was just like what had been told in the radio broadcast. The fog hugged the streets, the dew on wires and railings had all been frozen, but there was no trace of that chilly wind. Maybe it was better for Neil. Because today, most of his time was going to be spent out of home, seeking a job. After having a light breakfast¡ª''chapati'' with a cup of ''chai''¡ªadjusting his newly bought sweater and cap, he tugged his backpack straps tighter and headed out. "Today is going to be a rough day. It could be good if I can find even a part-time job somewhere," he said, rubbing his palms covered with gloves. He took out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "Hmm, let''s see which one will work out." Last night, he had spent a lot of time convincing himself and making a list of places where he could try or had the possibility of getting a job. There were many grocery stores, restaurants, and motels near his apartment, so he hoped maybe his luck could work in any one of them. "Alright, boy, let''s go." He headed left from his apartment. The first stop was a motel. Seeing the poster of the advertisement, he headed inside. "Oh, a customer?" A lady stood up abruptly from the counter desk. "Hello, good morning, ma''am," Neil greeted. In response, the lady nodded. "Ma''am, I saw the job advertisement outside¡ª" "Uh, you are not a customer?" "No, ma''am, I am here for the job¡ª" Neil politely tried to tell her, but soon he understood as he saw her expression and her eyes scanning him. ''There goes this one¡ªcross,'' he thought in his mind, waiting for her reply. ''I know what you''re probably thinking: "He came for a job? Like this?"'' "Umm, well, that advertisement was from last month, and we have no vacancies for now." "Yeah, I knew you''d say this. It''s not like I could buy a suit with the money I have," Neil thought as he greeted her again and left the motel. "Huff, cross. Let''s check the second one. Best of luck to me, I guess." He crossed the name of the motel off the list and headed to the second point¡ªa grocery shop. Most of the jobs he sought were related to cash register handling, delivery, or something similar but not below his level. His conscience still wouldn''t agree to any job below it. After all, he was once a top student in 12th grade. "We are sorry for the misunderstanding, but there are no positions available currently." Another cross. And just like this, it was noon by now. The fog had mostly dissipated as the little rays of sun became visible, accompanied by a small breeze of wind. And still, he got no job acceptance. All he heard were: "Sorry, sir, but the applications are closed," "No openings, kid," "Sorry, there isn''t one here. Maybe the shop in front has one." All he got were rejections. Some judged him by his clothes, while others demanded at least one year of experience. "Ugh, why do you paste advertisement posters if you don''t even want to see someone''s resume for a job and just judge them by their clothes?" He was fuming in frustration and anger up to the brim. Evening had come, and still, Neil didn''t have a job. What little warmth the sun rays could provide was now fading as the cold resurfaced. "Haa, today was a total waste. I haven''t even had lunch, just non-stop seeking a job. And what was the result? None." He was really tired now and didn''t have much strength left to go around to a few more places.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Rummaging through his pockets, he took out a crumpled note of 20 rupees and decided to head home. Slowly, he walked up to the bus stop but saw that the bus was already there. He ran up to the stop and caught the bus. Sitting at the window seat, he slumped in comfortably, loosening up a bit. The people outside seemed to be heading home from work. Most were in suits and clothes that looked expensive to him. "It seems my destiny is hollow from the inside," he thought, looking at those people, some seemed happy as they talked onto the phone or some chatted with their companion with a smile. But as some couples walked by, holding hands, a bitter taste crept onto his tongue, prompting him to shift his gaze elsewhere. He took out the book from his bag,and glanced at the 20 rupees note placed between the first page of the book and its front cover. This twenty rupees note had his name written on it. "I didn''t even know that I had this, mom used to write my name on it, whenever she gave me some for pocket-money" He recalled, as a bittersweet smile surfaced on his face. "Hadn''t I seen it earlier, I probably would have given it to the bus conductor." The bus stopped at the intersection for the red light. The countdown for the light to turn green started ahead. Neil looked upfront, towards the driver, seeing some people in saffron. Their upper bodies were almost naked, except for a strip of clothing running from their bottoms¡ª''Dhoti''¡ªto their backs. Some had strange makeup on their faces and were dressed like dancers of ''Kathak.'' The people in saffron together carried some sort of consort-like structure on their shoulders, while those with makeup danced around. It was a strange dance; every time they moved, their expressions seemed full of anger. Shivers ran down Neil''s spine as all the people suddenly looked towards the bus¡ªor more specifically, towards Neil. What was even stranger was that the people sitting on the bus didn''t seem to notice or even see these peculiar individuals. Soon, a loud bustle started. The bus suddenly jolted forward, startling everyone seated. Neil, with a jolt, shrank back into his seat, and when he looked again, those strange individuals were gone. And unbeknownst to him, a line appeared on the first page of the book, that was blank earlier. --"In the thin veil of life and death, the walls of fate falter."-- Suddenly "HONK!" A loud honk came from the left. And before he could even react, all he could see was something like a truck''s head running right into the middle of the bus. The world revolved before Neil as the bus toppled. The screams that were so loud just now fell silent. Fragments of glass swam in the air around his eyes and face, and with a huge CRASH, everything went black. ???? A little later, Neil opened his eyes. He could notice the blurry figures around him and faint sounds of sirens, screams, and shouting. He felt small vibrations in his back as he was seemingly moved into some van¡ªmaybe an ambulance. He blinked, but the scene changed. His surroundings now were white, different from the earlier darkened ones, filled with neon lights and bright blurry orange. He could hear some mumbles. The figures were still blurry, but when his focus shifted to his own body, he wasn''t feeling anything¡ªno sensation, no vibrations like earlier. Although he could see blurry figures passing by, he couldn''t feel any part of his body. It was as if his head was the only thing he was composed of. ''Ugh...'' He tried to lift his head, but something pressed it down again. A blurry figure moved its head in front of his eyes, mumbling something he couldn''t hear. Again, he tried to lift his arm, but he couldn''t feel it. Gathering every bit of strength, he focused on his left arm and somehow managed to lift it. He grabbed something. Just as he lifted his arm, his hand grabbed at anything it could touch. A blurry figure came in front of him again. This one was in blue, compared to most near him, who were in white. "Please don''t leave me," he said softly. These words automatically blurted out of his mouth, like a pre-recorded response. He muttered them with all the strength he had left before blacking out. The nurses and doctors, who seemed to be the blurry figures in white to Neil, dragged his stretcher away into the ICU. Meanwhile, the blurry figure in blue seemed to be a patient herself, with long black hair and a palm now covered in blood. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VOCAB STRETCHER - A movable bed used in hospitals, used to move critically ill or injured patients around the hospitals, also be placed in an ambulance. CHAI - It''s a type of tea, usually consumed in south Asian countries, made up using dried teal leaves, milk, water and sugar DHOTI- A traditional dress worn in India. Kathak- A traditional and famous folk dance CHAPTER 5 - ANIKA AND THE STRANGER CHAPTER 5 Inside a hospital ward. "Let me know if it hurts," the nurse asked, taking the blood sample of a young woman. With her almond-like eyes, she looked at the nurse, nodding her head with brunette hair. "Hmm." After adjusting the machine beside the woman''s bed a little, the nurse said, "So, miss," looking at the documents in hand. She continued, "Anika, press this button if you need anything," pointing towards a button on the side drawer. "Okay," Anika replied, loosening her shoulders a bit, as she slipped comfortably onto the bed, looking at the LED in front. "A police car noticed it over-speeding at first, but even after repeated warnings from the cop, it didn''t slow down," an anchor reported, as the LED was displaying a news channel. "Breaking news, we just got the live report that the concrete mixer truck had just bypassed the highway and turned towards sub-lane 1, entering right into the city premises." The anchor stood up abruptly, displaying the chase behind her. <''TUT''> Before any further, Anika turned it off. Letting out a sigh, she picked up a book from beside the drawer. She opened it to some page, where magically the text appeared on its own. She read it. ¨CControlling her apprehensive curiosity, Anika turned the TV off. Somewhere in her mind, she thought her messed-up life was already enough for her, and she didn''t want to add more to her mind. After that, she picked up the book¡ª"-- Anika closed the book. "It really needs censorship, but well, looks like I am slowly adapting to it now, that I can read this much of this cringe," she said, exhaling. "It was really awkward to read all this raw earlier," she recalled when she first found the book. **** On the same evening she was admitted, she found it in the side drawer. It seemed like an old book, with a hard cardboard cover¡ªnothing special¡ªso she just ignored it earlier. But the next day, When, out of curiosity she opened it, seeing it writing itself and on-top writing about her very actions and emotions, she really got white. **** "Although at first I thought it was some sort of weapon or something like an advanced technology, but it was just a useless thought¡ªlike why would someone invent something like this?" she thought. "The nurse can''t even see what''s written, and it didn''t even function when in her hand, only to me...ugh, it''s creepy." Anika placed it back onto the drawer and picked up the water jar. It was empty. She pressed the button to call the nurse. "Nobody''s coming?" But no one came. She pressed it a couple more times, but still no one was coming.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. "What happened, why isn''t anyone coming, even to the VIP ward?" she thought as she could faintly hear lots of rustling outside the window of her room. Finally, she stood up, removing the finger clip and all other things attached to her, dragging her IV stand with her out of the room. Downstairs was a real mess¡ªeverything was chaos. Screaming, yelling, injured people covered in blood and injuries were coming one after another, dragged straight to the ICU at the front over stretchers. Some had really bad conditions, missing a body part or covered fully in blood and dust, while some had minor injuries, but some seemed lifeless already. The doctors and nurses were rushing to all emergency areas. Phones at the reception were ringing nonstop as more and more injured people were coming from the ambulances outside. "Please give way, please give way," the nurses shouted, telling the people standing in the corridor to move aside. Anika also stepped aside, moving her IV stand near the wall. A stretcher came. The nurse shouted, "Blood loss, significant, hold tightly." The doctor asked, "Take the blood sample, and get ready for blood transfusion immediately." Another stretcher came. "BP dropping," "A.B.C. done, no change." "Get the vaporizer ready and get the dose of Dobutamine from the pharmacy, quick." "What''s happening?" Startled by the situation, Anika''s body began to tremble. Never had she seen such a situation and this many injured up this close. "Ugh," it was really nauseating for her, as some really critically injured passed by her sight. Suddenly, she recalled the news she had just seen a little while earlier. "What? That¡ªahh, god¡ª" nothing fully came out of her mouth, as she gasped, putting her hands onto her mouth. "But why?" "Oh, god, my child...my child." Soon her attention was drawn upon a grandma crying over an injured person who had just been taken to the ICU. It was a small boy, probably about 10 years old. As shocking as it was to Anika, she moved to the grandma, comforting her. "Don''t worry, grandma, he is gonna be alright." Not saying much, Anika hugged her, rubbing her shoulders. She made the grandma take a seat and brought a bottle of water to her. "The doctors will save him. Calm down, okay?" she said softly to her. Soon after helping the grandma calm down a bit, Anika took her phone out of her pocket. "Mr. Bobby, I want every doctor who is free to come right into the emergency department," she said, right after it was picked up. "Yes, ma''am, we had already, even from the VIP ward," Mr. Bobby, the hospital director, replied. "Ask from other branches if you are short. I will handle all the aftermath," Anika said authoritatively. "Ah! Yes, ma''am, right away." "Phew" She had just taken a breath of relief when suddenly a voice came from behind, "Please step aside," a nurse called, pushing a stretcher. A man, covered in blood and dust, was lying on top, with the nurses pressing his head and abdomen. "Stay still, don''t move," the nurse said, pressing his head down, as he tried to move it. "What''s the ''Primary Assessment''?" a doctor asked. "Deep cut in the abdomen and a wound in the back of the skull," the nurses replied. "BP dropping," another said abruptly. "Take him to OT," the doctor instructed, and the nurses followed. But just as they were taking him to the OT, passing by Anika, the man grabbed her hand. "What!¡ª" Startled, as she felt a jolt, Anika instinctively tried to pull it. "Please don''t pull it, let me remove his grip," the nurse said to her, fearing there might be some issues with the patient''s body if force was applied. "AH¡ªyes," calming a little, Anika slowly tried to remove his grip. "Please, don''t leave me," the man said softly. These words rang deep inside her mind. She felt as if the world had just become too fast and she had frozen in one place, watching the stretcher move away from her. She looked down at her palm, which was just warm from the hold of some man she didn''t know. Opening her palm, she noticed it was covered in blood, along with a 20 rupee note. Still confused by what this feeling was, why this stranger seemed like he took a part of her along with him, or if it was due to some other reason she was feeling this way, she couldn''t tell.