Journey To The OtherWorld

Siblings Always Share!

I don't know where this all was leading too, but the outcome couldn't be good.

I've been fooled again by the Other World. But how, I followed Aadi's instructions carefully. Racking my brains for the answer, I gasped as it hit me. The Lady! She has messed up the sequence of the buttons when I was deep lost in thought. The entire corridor was lit like our world but the agonizing red cross outside the window reported a whole different story.

The Other World was building a connection with me. And it has suceeded. I've stayed too long. My knees felt frail, my head dizzy. I wanted to stretch myself on the damn floor and go to sleep but I couldn't. I was drowned in perspiration even though the wind flowing in was cold.

Acting on an instinct, I ran toward the elevator lobby. Somehow, I have to enter the lift and repeat the sequence again. Maybe I still have a chance. Imagine my confusion and disappointment when I encountered two elevators.

The wall length seemed to be the same but apparently there were too identical elevators. Both had patches of red blood on their outside, the aftermath of what happened that night of the elevator game. Just when I had decided my mind on one particular lift and was about to enetr it, my legs suddenly had minds of their own and rushed me in the opposite direction.

Fuck.

They were driving me towards the red cross.

Horrifying memories started crashing down on my mind. That terrible day, on which Hell attempted to mortify me in it's perilous grip. The burning bones, the scavenging flesh, the fiery flame threatening to melt my entire frame. I expected to see the exact red cross, wickedly waiting for me. Instead all I could decipher was a red cross, as simple as a child's drawing.

Midway, my feet came to a stop. My upper-half lunged forward with the sudden stopping force. Inertia. I exclaimed to myself, feeling very smart. Wait, this is not the time! I scolded myself.Focusing on the moment, I started ahead at the red cross, but nothing out of the ordinary.

And that's when she appeared.

At first, it was just a halo of light. A halo shining even brighter the tube-light above. Gradually, the dissociated halo started forming a shape, step by step. A shadow, then an apparition. And then a clear, petite figure.

The figure was wearing a worn-out hoodie with ragged jeans. Something which a stripper would wear after their work. The blood patches on the attire looked almost fresh, a muderous rosy red. I felt paralyzed in place, gawking at the mystery woman. Tingles ran up and down my spine. It would be a crime to say that I wasn't afraid.

Slowly, very very slowly the shadow lifted it's head.

It was my dead sister.

Her face was paler than the moon, as if she has rose from the graves. Her hair fell in cowlicks all over her face. Her beautiful brown eyes burned whole in my souls but they didn't look dead. Passion was alight in those serious eyes of her, passion that intimidated me more than the entire Elevator Game.

Her lips quivered for a moment. She stepped ahead. Unconsciously, I backed away. Her gait increased and before I knew it, I was wrapped in lifeless but strong arms.

I wanted to push her away and run for my life but somehow I was overwhelmed. I took in the mogra smell that she always emitted.

God, how I missed that comforting smell of her's.

Tears started welling in my eyes as I thought of my lost sister. The agony she faced, how she was reduced to a whore, how she fell in love with a man who could never be hers and how she met her fate.

I wept for her.

The tears fell on her weathered hoodie. She stepped back, only to run a gentle finger across the width of my cheek, wiping the tear away.

"Didi..", my voice was so raspy.

"Anu...", her voice was dead, but still hers,"Anu, I missed you. I am sorry. I am sorry.", she half said,half-wept as she carcesssed my face.

"Why, why?", my voice came out as a whisper.

"I did unlawful things, depreciated myself. I joined in the wrong people, sold my body for money. I..I am a randi.", her voice broke.

"No, no. You aren't. It were just the circumstances. You're still my didi. B-but how are you here? And the lady?"

Her eyes widened as she probably remembered the reason she was here.

"Archit, Archit he's dead.", she cried out jubilantly.

"Yeah, your love and mine too. I killed him to escape the other World.", I broke out, my voice falling apart as the grief overtook me.

She kissed my forehead as she whispered excitedly,"Good, good girl. Now we all can be together?"

What...?

She took in my disoriented features as she hoarsely cried out,"I approached him. I was waiting for his death. He remembers nothing. Nothing as to how he was dead. But he didn't recognize me. You heard that, Anu, he didn't recognize the pole dancer he paid that night in London five years ago. But he kept retrailating your name like a child. He says he's in love with you and wants you."

I couldn't believe my ears. Archit remembers nothing! And he still wants me, after all I've done.

"Archit, Archit,", she kept on chanting like a mantra, her eyes now lovesick,"I agreed to take him to you but on one condition. He has to accept me too. We are gonna share him."

"What?! What do you mean?", I cried out, out of my senses.

"Polyarmy. We are going to share him. It's okay if he loves you too. You are my sister."

"But didi, we can't.", I cried out incredously. "This is wrong."

"Siblings always share.", she said calmly.

How do I explain to her that we can't share the same man. That I'm living and that she is dead. Is this what unrequited love does to a person?

"But how...?", I said uncertainly.

"Simple. I take you to him."

Wait. That's when I understood why she was here. She was here to kill me so that I would be a soul and live with them.

Panic struck through me. As much as I love my sister and Archit, I value my life more. I still had things to do. I can't die so soon just because of a lusty sister and a dead lover. No, I can't.

Too late.

My sister revealed a small dagger, the same one that Tina and Demon Lara had. Her face had contoured into that of a maniac as she stepped ahead, me delibrately backing away.

"Just a little pain, Anushka and then Archit would be ours."

A/N: A short but effective one, I hope.

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