"There will always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at."
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The sound of water running from the shower filled the room as Atharva stood under the warm spray, his head bowed.
He had been plagued by nightmares for weeks, and this morning was no different.
He pressed his right hand against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to relax under the soothing cascade.
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" Ahh, I'm fucking sick of this same nightmares"
He muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. He opened his eyes, letting the water wash over him for a few more moments before stepping out of the shower.
As he emerged, wrapped in a towel around his waist and using another to dry his hair, Aditya, his friend and secretary, greeted him cheerfully.
" Good morning atharva"
" There’s nothing good about this morning, Adi,” Atharva replied, his tone flat as he began dressing.
“C’mon, at least greet me back,” Aditya persisted, pouting like a petulant child.
Aditya sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine. Get ready quickly—we’ve got a flight to India in an hour.”
Atharva nodded, and Aditya left him to finish his preparations. Atharva gazed at himself in the mirror, his expression darkening.
" I'm coming ruhi " he said with a smirk, knowing that he was about to return to India after a four-year absence.
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On the private jet to India, Atharva and Aditya settled into their seats, each engrossed in their work on their laptops. Suddenly, Aditya looked up, remembering something important.
