THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE CATASTROPHE

NEXT DAY

Moksh stormed the student's committee office before the classes began, "Aardhya! Aardhya! where are you?!" he screamed in anger.

Aardhya came and replied, "What happened? Moksh". he briskly walked towards her and stated, "yesterday the art- Twin saccharine girl, It was my art and why the fuck there wasn't my name present on that?!!"

Aardhya's reaction was blank, and she was startled. "What are you talking about, Moksh? the record book has mentioned Yash's name only." He was pissed and yelled, "don't lie to me, Aardhya! It was my fucking art! I had submitted it."

With all this commotion going on, the crowd gathered outside the room. Yash Singhania entered the room and asked, "what's going on, Aardhya? who is this boy?"

Moksh glared at Yash "you, Asshole! you stole my work and acting all innocent now." he grabbed Yash's collar with hatred filled in his eyes; Yash revolted. "Calm down! bro, it's not what you think." Even though the commotion was going on, it attracted the college staff to intervene and stop the rumbling fight. The contemporary art teacher-professor Rajna Deshmukh stopped them and asked agitatedly, "what's going on here?!" Moksh explained the whole situation, and the professor thought for a while and spoked ", fine! Both of you, Moksh and Yash, tomorrow at the college campus, there will be a showdown between you two to paint. We will see whose art style originally matches that painting. Then it will settle the score; Both of you agreed to this?" Moksh replied directly, "yes, I agreed!" and impulsively walked out of the office; Yash too agreed but was hesitant and gritted his teeth in agony. When the commotion settled, everyone moved to their respective place classes. Aardhya and Yash had a conversation.

"What to do now?" She asked

"I can't say if anyhow he was unable to come tomorrow," he said worriedly.

"What do you mean by that?"She intrigued

"Can't say anything now, I will do something," he said and rushed out.

EVENING, 8:00 PM

Moksh used to go home on this hour as he attended a small art club in Janakpuri, New Delhi, for socialising with different fine art students and was returning home on his scooter.

A black SUV was moving rampantly on the road, and he was unknown; the unexpected happened it hit him from behind. He fell off the scooter. The car ran over his right leg's ankle to the right arm, crushed, and even shattered the bones; Moksh cried in pain and anguish until he lost consciousness. People around the road rushed to the spot and called the ambulance for him.