That night I tossed around my bed. It was the first time I was so restless because of some unknowns death. Some times I slipped into sleep but then his pale face would appear and to avoid looking at it I jerk back to senses. This continued whole night.
It was around 4 am. It was raining cats and dogs. It was like even the sky is tearing for Sushant.
The clouds were rumbling loud. It added up to my sleepless night.
I hugged my pillow tight and shut my eyes thinking about all the good things happened in my life.Then suddenly, I felt fingers on my arm which was double covered with my tshirt and the blanket.
That touch was chilled. I turned around to see who it was, so late in the morning.
In the minimal light all i could see was a shadow of a tall man, standing behind me, beside my bed.
It was impossible for him to be my dad or any body from my family.
That silhouette struck me so hard that all I could do was to scream.
As soon as I opened my mouth to do so, that shadow emerged towards me, and his hand that was on my sholder sliped on to my mouth trying to shut it.
His face was just inches away from mine. This time I knew who it was, and this made the situation worst.
It was Sushanth, I was shivering. He looked straight into my eyes, I, still holding my breath, looked at him directly into his eyes. His hand still on my lips stopping me from uttering any word.
Eventually I fell asleep. This time I didn't wake up.
The next day, I woke up pretty late. But as soon as I did, I sat up right and checked myself. My lips, my arm. 'What that a dream?' I thought.
I fell back on my bed, imagining how real that dream was and turned around. When again a few finger tips hit my arm. Immediately I turned around to see.
But this time for my relief it was maa.She woke me up and asked me to freshen up. I sat for the breakfast and soon was done with it. I kept thinking about last night. 'Was it really a dream? But how can it be so real? I felt his touch, dreams cant make you feel touches. Then how? Was it his ghost? But ghosts dont exist.' I was super confused when maa knocked the door. She just informed me that she's going out with dad and will be back in an hour and also asked me to lock the door and not allow any body in.
I followed her instructions and got back to my bed, thinking. Then I started scrolling all the feed about Sushanth. All his fun videos, his cuteness overloaded pics everything.
Then I heard a voice, 'I look cute though' my heart skipped a beat. It was his voice, I tilted my head to look at him sitting beside me. He was constantly looking at my mobile screen.
I finally had some movement. I threw my mobile on bed and ran out of the room asap.
I was scared to hell. I constantly was praying to god to save me from ghost, I knew few broken lines of hanuman chalisa, I repeatedly babbled those.
The movie tactics didn't seem to work. He was there standing infront of me. Smiling. 'yeh sab filmo me hota hai, asliyat me nehi (this happens only in movies, not in reality)' and wooossshhh!!! I snapped.
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If Sushant's Back?
FantasySo this is an imagination where Late Sushant Singh Rajput is featured. Its sort of a tribute and what exactly I felt when the news of his death stroke. It'll be short and touching. Happy reading!