The rain had started at 3:17 a.m. Not outside. Inside her room. Suhani sat cross-legged on the floor of her tiny apartment in Delhi, candles flickering around her. Her palms hovered over an old silver bowl filled with water. She wasn’t a therapist. Not exactly. She wasn’t a priest either. People called her an energy reader. People came to her when nightmares became unbearable… when grief sat on their chest… when doctors said stress and the soul said something else.
Fantasy - 1
The rain had started at 3:17 a.m.Not outside.Inside her room.Suhani sat cross-legged on the floor of her tiny apartment Delhi, candles flickering around her. Her palms hovered over an old silver bowl filled with water. She wasn’t a therapist. Not exactly. She wasn’t a priest either.People called her an energy reader.People came to her when nightmares became unbearable… when grief sat on their chest… when doctors said stress and the soul said something else.Tonight’s client lived 6,700 kilometers away.Dhruv Khanna.A wealthy tech investor in London who hadn’t slept peacefully in two years.His assistant had booked the session. “He suffers ...Read More
Fantasy - 2
Dhruv spun around instantly.Nothing.The bedroom stood silent except for rain striking the glass walls of his London penthouse.His pulse the mirror—the mirror still carried faint fog on its surface.As if someone had breathed onto it seconds ago.Three words slowly appeared across the mist.**Don’t be afraid.**Then vanished.—Delhi.At that exact moment, Suhani woke with a sharp gasp.Her palms burned.Actual red marks spread across her skin like she had held something hot.Images crashed through her mind—London rain.Black piano.A childhood photograph.A locked room.And Dhruv sitting alone at age twelve, crying beside a hospital bed.She opened her eyes immediately.No.This wasn’t normal sharing anymore.She wasn’t ...Read More