"Ye mera cell," he stated, a fact woven into the very air, He brought the knife to my neck, the metal cold and impersonal.
My breath caught, a silent gasp that betrayed the storm within-a maelstrom of fear, yes, but also something else.
It wasn't a...
Darshako apne kursi ki peti bandh le because this is going to be a roller coaster.
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The descent of Aradhya's flight was marked by the shrill cry of tires as they kissed the runway, a jarring symphony that echoed in the cavernous expanse of the airport.
Aaradhya's POV
With my heart fluttering like the wings of a sparrow, Ipeered out of the small airplane window, eyes drinking in the sight of my birthplace for the first time since I was born.
India - a land woven with the threads of vibrant cultures, ancient traditions, and an indomitable spirit.
I gathered my carry-on, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her.
Had only known India through stories told by my father, tales that painted pictures of monsoon rains, colorful festivals, and streets buzzing with life. Now, I was here, about to step into the world that had lived in my imagination for so long.
The airport was abuzz with the sounds of reunions and the hustle of travelers.
I walked through the terminal, my steps hesitant yet hopeful. I was a tapestry of two worlds - the one I was raised in and the one I was born into.
Dad had settled in the USA, seeking a different life for them, and India had remained a distant dream, until today.
Outside, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and spices, a stark contrast to the sanitized breeze of the airplane cabin.
Scanning the crowd, looking for the familiar face of my uncle, whom I knew only from faded photographs,h video calls and the warmth in dad's voice when he spoke of him.
Yet, amidst the orchestrated chaos, a dissonance lingered in the air, a subtle deviation from the norm that pricked at my consciousness.
My mind, trained to observe and analyze, began to sift through the sensory overload, searching for the source of disquiet. But before my thoughts could coalesce into a coherent thread, an overwhelming lethargy draped itself over me like a suffocating blanket.
What is wrong with me. Why do I suddenly feel so sleepy
It was an unnatural sleepiness, one that did not creep but pounced, ensnaring me in its sudden grip. Consciousness slipped away from me as if stolen by a skilled thief, leaving me adrift in a void where time and space held no meaning.
When I emerged from the abyss, it was to a reality far grimmer than any nightmare.
Where am I?
The confines of a trunk were my new domain, a cramped space where the stale air was heavy with the scent of metal and rubber. My limbs were bound, voice silenced by the cloth knotted around mouth, each breath a struggle against the fabric.
