Part 1: Market Errand The afternoon sun pressed down like a warm hand over the neighborhood. Shadows stretched long and thin, and the narrow lanes leading to the market seemed to shimmer with the heat. Even so, the market itself was alive as always—colors, voices, and smells blending into a single, familiar chaos. Veer slipped into the flow of people, weaving between women balancing bags of vegetables, children tugging at their mothers’ hands, and shopkeepers calling out offers that overlapped one another. He held his phone close to his ear, his other hand steadying the strap of his college bag.
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Chapter 1:- The EndPart 1: Market ErrandThe afternoon sun pressed down like a warm hand over the neighborhood. Shadows long and thin, and the narrow lanes leading to the market seemed to shimmer with the heat. Even so, the market itself was alive as always—colors, voices, and smells blending into a single, familiar chaos.Veer slipped into the flow of people, weaving between women balancing bags of vegetables, children tugging at their mothers’ hands, and shopkeepers calling out offers that overlapped one another. He held his phone close to his ear, his other hand steadying the strap of his college ...Read More
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Chapter 2 :-Part 3: The AftermathBack at home, his mother stirred in the kitchen, her hands restless as she the pot on the stove for the third time. The water inside wasn’t even boiling yet.“Why is he so late…?” she muttered under her breath, pressing a hand against her chest as if steadying her heartbeat. “I need to start dinner.”She wiped her damp palms against her sari, then stepped out into the narrow hallway, her voice carrying a mixture of worry and firmness.“Shruti! Minakshi! Come here.”The soft padding of bare feet followed, and her daughters peeked from their room. ...Read More
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Chapter 3 – The Soul in the MirrorPart 7The morning sun pierced through thin curtains like molten gold, scattering warmth across the small, modest room. Dust motes danced lazily in the air as Veer sat up on the edge of the bed, his breathing steady but his mind restless.Veer (inner monologue):Today’s the day… Dad said from Monday I can start school again. A fresh life, a clean slate. But—Isn’t this cheating? I’m 20 years old inside. In this body… I’m barely 15, maybe 16. How do I even blend in?He let out a faint chuckle, rubbing the back of ...Read More