You! You killed my sister! I will never forgive you!” The voice echoed relentlessly in Rajdeep Singh Rajput's mind, a haunting specter that refused to let go.
“I... I... I’m sorry...” he stammered, his voice trembling as fear coiled tightly around his throat.
Abruptly, he awoke, gasping for breath, the remnants of his nightmare still clinging to him like a shroud. “Oh gosh...” he murmured, wiping the sweat from his brow. The year was 1917, and he was ensnared in the chaos of Assam's gang wars.
Outside his window, voices rose in a frantic chorus: “Run! Run! We have to kill them!”
“When is this madness going to stop?” Rajdeep shouted into the void, his heart pounding in time with the distant sounds of violence. Memories of lost loved ones surged within him, shadows of regret hanging heavy in the air.
Just then, Miyra entered the room, her presence a grounding force amidst the turmoil. She was Saurav’s grandmother, a beacon of wisdom and resilience. “Raj, wake up! You’re dreaming again,” she said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He turned to her, realization dawning that he remained ensnared in the nightmares that plagued him. “I dreamt of killing her again...” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper.
Miyra's expression softened with empathy. “I warned you before our marriage: you must apologize to the Superior. But you didn’t, and now you’ll carry this burden even beyond death.”
“There’s no such thing as Superiors,” Rajdeep shot back, anger flaring in his chest. “We’ve worshipped them since childhood, but what have they done for us? They’ve fostered a world where we kill one another!”
Miyra sighed, her eyes filled with sadness. “You cannot change the past, Raj. At least, don’t disrespect the Superiors. You were the leader of the R.D.A. group in 1917. It’s now 1972—over fifty years have passed. You should learn to forgive.”
“I can’t change the past,” Rajdeep said, shaking his head defiantly. “But I believe I can go back.”
Miyra raised an eyebrow, a mixture of concern and disbelief flickering across her face. “Time machines haven’t been created yet, Raj. You know that.”
“I know,” he replied, determination igniting a fire in his eyes. “But time portals—those are real. I can find a way.”
“Have you been drinking, babe? You’re not a child anymore; it’s time to stop these fantasies,” she admonished gently, concern lacing her tone.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the insistent ring of the doorbell.
“Now be quiet! My son-in-law has arrived,” Miyra said, rising to answer the door. “And don’t share any of these stories with him. He’ll think you’re losing your mind.”
Rajdeep watched her go, the weight of his past pressing down on him, mingling with a desperate longing for redemption. Deep down, he understood that escaping the shadows of his memories wouldn’t come easily.
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SECRETS OF OUR FAMILY
ActionA boy, inspired by his family, becomes the most powerful supervillain not to destroy the world, but to challenge the notion of fear associated with villains. He aims to show that true strength lies in confronting fear, redefining what it means to be...
