❝ᒪOᐯᗴ?❜❜ 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.
ѕнιναηց кαѕнуαρ • he is an engineer like every other middle class guy, working a nine to five job. His parents lives back in the village along with his little brother. for him life is a...
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12th November, 2023.
The alarm rang and jerkily woke up. Oh god, I was having a bad nightmare; thank god I woke up. Anyways, throwing the blanket away, I got up and checked my phone. 6:00 am. Okay. I have time to get ready.
With that, I got up and went into the shower, grabbing a good pair of jeans and a Polo t-shirt; after getting a quick cold shower, I was ready to welcome my family. Even god doesn't know how excited I am right now.
There was still half an hour left, so I decided to just sit on the bed and scroll through my phone for some important messages or something; I opened WhatsApp, and my phone started overflowing with Diwali messages, so without having any other option, I reply to each one of them. Boring.
Finally, it was. I got off my bed and put on my socks and shoes, ready for the airport to pick up Maa, Papa, and Kartik. Now all I wish is that the flight won't be late; late flights are a real pain in the ass. Oh, a weird thing, it's been. I don't know how many hours, but Maa has not even texted me once during the whole flight. It's weird, very weird. Or maybe her phone will be on airplane mode.
Shrugging off those thoughts, I walked through the main door to leave while my phone suddenly started buzzing with tons of messages. I groaned and ignored it, but still, it was annoying me, so finally, I decided to check who the hell was being this impatient.
And it was an...news? What kind of news can it even be? I wanted to shove my phone back in my pants and leave for the airport, but something in me stopped me and told me to play the news and so on; taking a deep breath, I opened it and the headline started playing.
'Breaking news! Ahuja airline's Plane SB781, which was coming from Rajasthan to Delhi was caught up in a terrible plane crash, resulting in injured passengers.'
I stumbled backward, causing me to fall on the bed; what if Maa, papa, and Kartik were also injured? Oh god, shit, shit, shit, this can't happen! N-no, no, no, no—
'Another heartwrenching news! A family of three, a mother, a father, and a 16-year-old son, sadly died. The names are as follows.
Ashok Kashyap, Gita Ashok Kashyap, and their son, Kartik Kashyap.'
W-what...I picked up the phone and ran out of the house, t-thats my parents, no, this can't happen, this-this can't fucking Happen!
Exactly after an fucking hour I reached the airport and tried to find Maa, papa, and Kartik, but I failed, trying to stay strong. I took a deep breath and went towards the police officers, and they told me they had taken the bodies—bodies...
I ran towards the nearby hospital, and finally, there were Themamamaa, papa, and Kartik, lying lifelessly on the stretchers, their face covered in red blood...I took a step closer, and my eyes immediately shut.
There are multiple scratches on Kartik's face; Maa's body is today covered in blood, and Papa, papa's—I can't, I just can't look at them anymore...tears automatically started falling. I can't believe a few hours ago, I was dreaming of celebrating Diwali with them, and now, they're not even in this world with me...
Who will I give a better future to now? Who'll make mithi rotis for me? Who will I play with now? Who will tell me that 'only engineering can make our future best'? For whom will I live now? And soon, I saw black spots and blanked out.
