Hey everyone, I took down the MahaVishvam story because I want to make some improvements to the plot and storyline. The main character will remain the same. I hope you all will like the new version of the story, and I'll do my best to update it ever...
Kali had just bid farewell to Prabha and as she made her way home, her mind still lingering on the day's events. She rounded a corner, lost in thought, when suddenly a figure staggered into her path.
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Startled, Kali stumbled back, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the unexpected collision. Before her stood a young man, barely in his twenties, but his disheveled appearance and the strong smell of alcohol betrayed a troubled soul. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and his movements were clumsy and erratic.
"Hey, watch where you're going," Kali managed to say, her voice wavering slightly as she instinctively took a step back.
The man mumbled something incomprehensible, his grip tightening on her arm. Kali tried to pull away, her pulse quickening with anxiety. She could see the desperation in his eyes now, a silent plea for understanding amidst his confusion.
"Let go of me," Kali urged firmly, trying to maintain her composure despite the unsettling encounter.
The man's words became more frantic, a mix of pleas and fragmented sentences. He seemed to be lost in a haze of pain and anguish, his wounded state evident even in the dim evening light. Kali's initial fear gave way to a surge of empathy as she noticed the bruises and cuts marring his arms and face.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with concern.
The man's gaze flickered towards her briefly, as if registering her presence for the first time. His lips moved, but no coherent words emerged. It was clear he was in no state to answer.
With a mixture of caution and compassion, Kali gently attempted to disentangle herself from his grasp. She could feel his grip loosening slightly and his fingers trembling against her skin.
I glanced down at his injured body, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the deep gashes and bruises that marred his skin. He lay sprawled on the cold ground, his breathing ragged and uneven. It was evident he had endured something harrowing, yet his eyes remained unfocused, lost in a tumultuous world of pain and confusion.
I kneeled beside him, my heart racing with a mix of concern and fear. His grip on my arm was tight, his fingers trembling as if clinging to the last shreds of hope. With every attempt to free myself, his grip only tightened, driven by an instinctual need for reassurance that I was real and that I was there to help.
Feeling the weight of his pain, I took a steady breath, willing myself to be a source of comfort in his chaos. Placing my hand gently on his shoulder, I leaned closer, speaking in a soft, soothing voice. "What's your name?" I asked gently, hoping to anchor him in the present, away from the torment of his memories. "Can you tell me what happened?"
His bloodshot eyes held a mixture of anguish and determination as he spoke, his voice wavering with emotion. "I'm Ram, and I'm looking for my Tarak, who I lost two years ago."
