THE DILEMMA OF TRUTH-I

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6 AM

Moksh woke up with a body ache due to excessive fight yesterday; when he went for a bath, he noticed his arm got precisely traced black lines all over his veins. Moksh didn't give that much attention and took a bath.

He ate a heavy breakfast and left for the college today; he noticed Aardhya was absent when he reached. Moksh guessed it was because of yesterday's incident, and he was walking throughout the corridor and heard some boys talking, "where is Yash today? He is not even answering any phone calls?" a boy said. Moksh got froze on the way and continued to eavesdrop on their talks "yesterday Yash hurriedly left the college, and after that, I couldn't contact him even," a boy said. "Oh, I see. I guess he must be unwell," another boy replied; after eavesdropping, he concluded that people, police and media hadn't confirmed the cause of yesterday's incident; Moksh sighed and attended the lecture on colleges.

On the other hand, the woman was planning to do something. "The time has come at last it's perfect opportunity to eradicate him," she said all this on a phone call to her superior. Aardhya was still at rest due to that trauma; she finally woke up at something around 3 PM; her head was still spinning a lot. Aardhya stood down went for fresh cold water to bathe as she was a bit sleepy too, and after bathing, she felt nice and comfortable and wondered what to do. Moksh was attending lectures still his mind was stuck at Yash's demonising effect and wondered, 'Is that woman has something in doing this?' his mind was in deep thoughts. This thinking continues, and college ends as this Moksh came home early as he was not in a peaceful mood today. Moksh went to his room, laid on the bed, and closed his eyes for a short nap, suddenly thought about Aardhya crossed his mind and sat up to text her.

Moksh:- Hi,

how are you feeling today?

You alright?

He kept the phone beside the bed, went towards his desk, and sat there; his eyes got fixed on the NCERT textbooks, and he remembered, 'shit! only two days left to complete this Crap fuck I have to do it.' Moksh was tired and sleepy too, but he had to complete targets given by that old man. He opened the Physics class 12th book and started reading even experienced the same painful cycle of mesmerising.

At the same time,

Aardhya was doing some assignments based on the history of arts and was writing a reflection paper on the art creations drawn by Nobel prize awardee Rabindranath Tagore. she hadn't noticed her phone texts after an hour, she checked her phone and found notifications based on Moksh's text and replied:-

Aardhya: hey!

I'm good now

just feeling a bit dizzy

still, I will come tomorrow

how are you doing today?

Moksh's phone got beeped with notifications; he lifted it and checked it; his face muscles stretched to form a smile and text back instantly.

Moksh: oh, that's nice; let's hang out tomorrow

I'm good today was nothing special same

classes same Crap

Aardhya: sure, we will

if you don't mind

could I ask you a question?

She typed this and sent it to Moksh; when he saw it, he got tensed.

Moksh: yes, go-ahead

Aardhya: I want to ask

what happened yesterday?

When he saw this message, his fingers got froze, went into deep thoughts of excuses for yesterday's incident then started typing:

Moksh: can't say anything some people say

it's the punishment from gods and even things

like it's going to be the end of the world.

Aardhya saw the message, but she wasn't satisfied with this answer because she had seen something terrifying and traumatic that day couldn't remove that feeling from her heart. She typed:

Aardhya: Oh, I see; let's meet tomorrow

talk to you later.

Moksh read the message and replied

Moksh: goodnight

talk to you later

he was now worried more and thought, 'even Aardhya wants to know the truth, and till now, police must have found Yash's body in a complete messed state.' Moksh just kept all his worries away and concentrated on completing physics class 12th, both parts in a night, and started working on it.

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