Kasar - A tale of revenge.

Chapter 29 - Part II

"The beginning might not be under your control, but the aftermath is definitely yours to handle."

- The Shadow

"Don't let it go. Don't let that hope go. It's still there. Listen to it for once."

- Prasad Varkey

Third person's POV

Status: War

As soon as all the fighters are knocked down, the shields begin to drop down one by one. It is a slow process. And those were too near to the damn boundaries, they were left unconscious. That includes the Youxia and his beloved sister. Abir tries to maneuver his way out of the heaps of bodies around him, but eventually gives in, not having enough strength to get up. Only few are awake and in panic. One of them is the Zhanshi. Aryamann, Nishanth and Rohit are grouped up somewhere, trying to gather their family's whereabouts. The air team has retreated to land, to help as much as possible.

But Aisha and Adyant have no idea what's going on, since they're nowhere near consciousness, and might be dreaming.

Or they might see their mother.

Dream: Aisha

Aisha woke up, with a jolt, her heart plummeting. She was in her bedroom, on a sunny morning, in Kolkata mansion. She rubbed her eyes, again and again just to confirm that whatever life she lead after her mother's death was all a fantasy. A dream. But something did not sit right. Getting up from her bed, she found a hot coffee cup placed on her side table. Carefully descending the stairs, she decided to visit the place where her mother was buried.

And she gasped.

There she was, in sight. Mishti was standing as if she wasn't dead for 11 years. Aisha took a deep breath in, asking her feet to move. But nothing happened. She was still stuck near the porch, gazing at the figure who was supposed to be her mother, intently.

"You can talk. Dreams don't restrict you to be mute." Her sarcasm made Aisha giggle. And that's when she realised this was not real. Her mother had reached out to her. However that made sense, or did not. She didn't give a fuck as she ran straight into Mishti's arms. And Aisha felt like she had won the world.

Dream: Adyant

Adyant stood before the massive gates of Songshan Shaolin temple. He had carried two enormous buckets of water from the Songshan lake, which were supported by a log that hanged on his shoulders. He was panting heavily when the doors opened, and he slid in carefully. It was still snowing, but a slight bit of sunshine made him realise, something was wrong. He noticed the bamboo trees first. Then the fighting ring that was quite too bright on a cloudy morning. That's when he dropped the buckets. He saw his mother standing in a traditional kungfu uniform.

And he lost it.

He froze when she smiled. She was there? Now that he could sense things, he remembered what had happened. Someone had bombed the shield and it was disseminating, but did he care? Fuck no. He got one moment with his mother, even if it was a fragment of his sick imagination, or was just another psychotic joke life threw at him. So he wasn't going to miss it. But he never got to look at her in detail, like this ever before. Not in those dreams when he had missed Mishti.