| 'Time' Series: Book One |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her.
Her newly wedded husband, the...
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Word Count - 3700
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21 | The Aroma of Dosas
Has it ever befallen you?
You were breathing in the fresh air, untroubled. Maybe not that merry, but you were content. You were free, spreading out your arms apart, reveling in the brilliance of luminosity, and living in that moment of blithe. But then something crawled in---from behind you, slowly. You felt the presence. You looked behind, but you found absolutely zilch. So, you turned back, carefree.
Seconds passed.
And then you felt it again. An ominous presence, and it's dark umbra. It's slimy fingers slithered over your skin as your entire frame shuddered under its sinister touch. You gulped as all of a sudden, the light around you started dimming down. And then you sensed the ghastly, dark, and viscid entity engulfing you in its cataclysmic embrace. Concrete walls paralleling those of a penitentiary started rising up around you in a trice.
Breathing became a task of extreme agony as the radiance of light gradually transformed into the darkness of doom.
You struggled.
You screamed.
You cried.
You bled without bleeding.
You were killed without getting killed.
But no one heard you.
And as the murky and slimy embrace of the unknown entity consumed you whole, you realized you were trapped. Trapped---trapped in the dark---with no way out.
Fear.
That feeling is called fear.
Hinduja had gone through that feeling once, ten years ago. And, oh, sweet Lord, she was neither prepared nor willing to go through that feeling once again.
