(Book 5) Hayden Mackay and The Pride of Haima-Endira

27.1 Beyond the Wildest Dreams

A heartbeat, the pressure of the blood flow and a faint consciousness- I continued to stay blessed to live a long life of a Samagraha.

I woke up with a start as if sleeping for another second was a dangerous red herring. My heart pounded with a dramatic long wanting to get back to its usual rhythm. Head buzzed with a noise of rare insects. I gently rubbed my forehead and shook my head to clear the sound away. It felt like hours before I relaxed and shed the remainders of sleep. Breathing heavily through with my mouth helped me regain a complete consciousness. Then I began to think, looking around to make an assessment of my situation.

The rickety cot, a small fireplace and the closet at the corner. Wasn't this the bedroom of Ashwant's hut? Spending several nights here recovering from the injuries over my time period in the Parallel universe was enough to remember them as worse idle moments of the month.

I pushed the blanket aside and jumped out of the cot. A sharp burning sensation stung my skin, and I pulled out of my stone out. It was hot and twinkled mockingly at me. A considerable amount of experience had given me an idea that that never happened unless Singh heard my thoughts right from his realm.

My outer shirt was resting beside the pillow and I found my sneakers lying underneath the bed. I hurriedly put them on in growing nervousness. I wanted to know how and why I'd been sleeping here. Did Ashwant bring me back to Dakshinpur? In a fit of anger, I swiftly walked out of the bedroom. His hut always smelled like a beach with the tolerable smell of fish and seashells. However, today there was a freshness in the air. The living room was shimmering with intense sunlight penetrating through the opened door.

A rabbit passed by the threshold.

I frowned, confusedly, my mind strangely muzzy. Outside, it didn't seem like the village where the Clan of Matsyasvi resided. Before settling upon any facts, I hastened my way out of the hut, the sharp beams of sunlight welcomed me, as though to a new life.

The cascading waterfall sparkled in the colors of the rainbow. Displaying peacock danced on the wet rocks of the small islands. What more evidence did I need to realize that I was back to the Parallel Universe.

I stood rooted to the ground, soaking up the moment.

There was another surprise waiting for me, sitting at the cliff edge of the island. It was her, in plain pink ethnic attire, the one I always admired to see her in. She was playing with a rabbit holding in between her hands, fingers gently caressing its fur.

"Nazira?!" I muttered, my voice came as a whisper. Her disability didn't allow her to acknowledge me standing there.

Moistening my lips that had suddenly gone dry, I quickly walked towards her. "Nazira?" I called her again, deliberately making myself notice.

She casually looked up, not showing a sign of being surprised as much as I was. "Good morning!" she said, her face lighting up with a radiance of her smile.

"Wha...what are you doing here?" I asked.

She let the rabbit go and stood up. "Me? Ask yourself. You are the one imagining me."

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me!"

She shrugged. "I'm just a figment of your imagination, Hayden. None of this is true."

She had stated it as a matter of fact which it definitely was. There could be no way I'd be back to Parallel Universe within a span of few minutes, right? Unless I lost my consciousness for so long.

"Why are we in the realm of Vrishabha?" I asked.

She pouted, folding her hands. "You liked this realm that much?"