The Death Knocks; ROOM 105

Prologue

_On board IndiGo flight 6E766 HYD-DEL_

"Fasten your seatbelts, please. We are passing through turbulence"
The flight attendant announced.

      Eyes shut, I fumbled to find the belt. I couldn't.
"Fasten your seatbelt, sir"  the flight attendant personally reminded me. She looked at me like I was one of those dumb passengers who couldn't follow simple instructions.

  "Sorry, sorry," I said. Where was the other end of my belt, anyway? My head hurt from a lack of sleep.
       I had spent the whole day in Hyderabad at an education conference and was on the last midnight flight back to Delhi.

Damn, where the hell was my buckle?
"You are sitting on your belt," the person beside me said.
"oh, stupid me!" I said, finally clicking my belt shut. My eyes still refused to open.
"Tough flight, isn't it ?" he said.
"Tell me about it," I said. "I need a coffee"
"no service at the moment-----because of the turbulence," he said. "Going for an event?"

"Returning from One," I said, somewhat surprised. How did he know?
"Sorry, I saw your boarding pass. Chetan Bhagat. The Author, right?"
"Right now a zombie"
He laughed.

"Hi, I'm Keshav raj purohit."
An Awkward side-by-side handshake followed.

We passed through angry clouds. They didn't like this hard metal object disturbing them. The aircraft rattled like a pebble in a tin. I clutched the armrests, a futile search for stability at thirty-eight thousand feet.

"Nasty, eh?" Keshav said.
I breathed deeply through my mouth and shook my head. Relax, it's going to be okay, I told myself.
"Isn't it amazing? We are in this big metal box floating in the sky. We have no control over the weather. A strong gust of wind could rip this plane apart" he said calmly.
"That's comforting, Keshav," I said.
He laughed again.

Half an hour later, the weather had calmed down. The flight attendants resumed cabin service. I ordered two cups of coffee for myself.

"No coffee. Do you have plain milk?" he said to the flight attendant.
"No sir. Just tea, coffee, and soft drinks" the flight attendant said. Where did he think he was? A dairy farm? And how old was he? Twelve?
(Lawl  I'm not even 12 still hate milk😅)
"tea, then," he said. "with extra milk sachets"

I gulped down my first cup of coffee. I felt like a phone with a low battery that had finally met a charger. I rebooted, at least for a few minutes. I noticed the night sky outside, the stars sprayed across it.
"you look better now" Keshav commented.
I turned to an angle to look at him properly.
A handsome face with striking eyes, deep and brown. They looked like they had seen more life than a man of his age, which I guessed was around mid-twenties. Even in the dark, his eyeballs gleamed. 

{ bahaha *eVilEee LauGhHh* I also want to meet this type of boyyy gauudd !! }

"I'm addicted to this stuff," I said. Pointing to the cup "Not good" "Worse thing to be addicted to" Keshav said.
"Cigarettes? Alcohol?" I said
"Even worse"
"Drugs" I whispered,
"Even worse"
"What?" I said

"Love" this time he whispered.

I laughed so hard, coffee spilled out of my nose.  (TF am i writing 😂btw,enjoy💃)
"Deep," I said. And patted the back of his hand on the armrest.
"That's deep, buddy. I guess coffee isn't so bad then"
He ran a hand through his hair--which he wore short, in a military crew cut --- and touched the gold stud that glinted in his left ear.

"What do you do for a living Keshav?" I said. "I teach"
"Oh, nice. What do you....."
"I'm from your college"
"Really?"
"IIT Delhi. Class of 2013"
"You just reminded me how old I am," I said Both of us laughed.

(Le him from inside-*meri jesi bezzatti kari hai na vaise hi tumhari bhi hogi Babua*🎃)

"I might have a story for you," he said.
"Oh no, not again "I blurted out, then kicked myself mentally for being so blunt. Exhaustion had made me forget my manners.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," I said and asked him again 

"Could u let me rest for a second?" Keshav said resting his head on the seat 

" Is it a love story ?" I asked                                                                                                                                                   he sighed and said "No"

"It's an UNLOVE story," Keshav said                                                                                      

"ouh I was just too bored of listening to people's stupid love stories, like a boy roaming and nudging the girl, and it's the same at the end they have a happy ending "

"Well, Not every love story has a happy ending, like mine doesn't," Keshav said

"Mind telling ur LOVE story or can say an UNLOVE story ?"

" yeah not at all, " Keshav said

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Heyyyy, author-nim here!😝

So this is my first story in actual....
I literally forgot that I've this storyy too
This one was on draft and when I uploaded the acknowledgement
It got so manyy views which increased
Your lazzy Author's Confidence 😆
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Before a last gudbye....
I would like to warn you beforehand that I update my story in a long time.....
so pls don't hunt me 🤓
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Gudbye buddyy🎎

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