BEHIND THE MIRROR

PROLOGUE

The road was empty. No sign of vehicles could be seen. The sky was dark, and the lampposts were unable to make up the darkness that prevailed on the area. The cold winds were gushing into the narrow passages and waste papers and dirty foils were scattering around throughout. Dogs were sleeping together in their groups, but some were still awake; of which unknown reason was still to be unfolded. An occasional barking of them, the total outlook looked like an abandoned city.
Suddenly out of nowhere, strong lights caressed its way across the road and stopped with a heavy jolt. A black Renault’s duster. It stopped there for a bit and then its door opened.
A man was kicked out from inside. The car driver pulled the door closed and within a second, the car was nowhere to be seen. The man seems to have been hurt. He crawled to the side oft he road and tried to stand up holding a closed shop's shutter. After some deliberate pain-in taking, he finally stood up. Blood was oozing out from its nose and mouth. He was breathing heavily. He coughed out load several times before making it to the backside of the old tramp depot market.
Inside the market there was one single light glowing from one end. It was a vegetables shop. The owner was probably lone member of his family and got asleep while sitting in the shop that evening.
He trued his best to call the shop owner but in vain. He understood he didn’t have that energy to shout. He was walking slowly and blabbering something. No individual could sense the meaning from it but it sounded like- “ You...You... Aarini Roy, you will be remembered. You will die...”
His last words were still on his mouth before he fell down again on the market street only this time fully unconscious.
Somewhere Aarini Roy was laughing. Of something she was unaware of.