EPILOGUE: WIDE AWAKE

Well at last we finished this book... It was a beautiful journey for me too as an Author who returned back to the writing world after eight years. I humbly thank you to my silent readers for reading and liking the chapters, also the one who comments: Guys you give me motivation to write the next chapter actually when I lose interest and those who shares the story recommending it your acquaintances I am very grateful to all of you.

EPILOGUE:

Wide Awake(Katy Perry) Language: English

I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake

Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart (I'm wide awake)
How did I read the stars so wrong?
(I'm wide awake)

And now it's clear to me
That everything you see
Ain't always what it seems (I'm wide awake)
Yeah, I was dreaming for so long

I wish I knew then, what I know now
Wouldn't dive in, wouldn't bow down
Gravity hurts, you made it so sweet
'Til I woke up on, on the concrete

Falling from cloud nine
Crashing from the high
I'm letting go tonight
Yeah, I'm falling from cloud nine

I'm wide awake
Not losing any sleep
I picked up every piece
And landed on my feet (I'm wide awake)
Need nothing to complete myself, no (I'm wide awake)

Yeah, I am born again
Out of the lion's den
I don't have to pretend (And it's too late)
The story's over now, the end

I wish I knew then, what I know now
Wouldn't dive in, wouldn't bow down
Gravity hurts, you made it so sweet
'Til I woke up on, on the concrete

Falling from cloud nine (It was out of the blue, I'm)
Crashing from the high
I'm letting go tonight (Yeah, I'm letting you go, I'm)
I'm falling from cloud nine (I'm wide awake)

Thunder rumbling
Castles crumbling (I'm wide awake)
I am trying to hold on (I'm wide awake)
God knows that I tried
Seeing the bright side (I'm wide awake)
I'm not blind anymore
I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

Yeah, I'm falling from cloud nine (It was out of the blue, I'm)
Crashing from the high
You know, I'm letting go tonight (Yeah, I'm letting you go, I'm)
I'm falling from cloud nine

I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake

WIDE AWAKE

Rewinding Sunday on a different note but in a Chronological Order:

“Niti, what will you wear today?” asked Imlie as she was deciding the clothes for the day.
“I bought a new crop top. I want to try that” said Niti, drying her hair with a hair dryer.
“Are you sure? We need to walk a lot. What if a creep touches your flashed belly?” enquired Imlie.
“Then please beat him for me…I have the great Imlie with me” replied Niti while doing her skincare routine.
“Haha, not so funny” exclaimed Imlie as she pulled her bucket which was kept below her bed.

In hostels buckets, mug, shampoo, soaps and other personal stuff are kept in the room as the bathrooms are common for everyone. Imlie’s hostel is a ten floored building where every floor has twenty four bathrooms, twelve are for secondary emergencies and twelve are for bathing purposes. Imlie left to take a bath and as she left the room Niti immediately ate her medicines which controlled her panic attacks. These days she doesn’t take the medication regularly, the Doctor instructed her to find things she likes to do or something that keeps her busy. From the time she met Imlie her life has been on a route where she didn’t have much time to remember her past. She stayed busy and exercise with martial arts practice has started to reduce her anxiety. From the time when she was heavily dependent on medication and her therapist was scared that she would end up in a bad mental state, now she is stable enough. She visited the Doctor yesterday when Imlie was on her date, the doctor was too surprised because the real Doctor who was treating her called him and said her case was serious. Within one week she was not only progressing but her dependency on medicines reduced drastically.

‘Sorry Imlie, you asked me before involving me in this risky world. But believe me, indirectly I am just using you, to keep my mental state healthy.’ thought Niti.

As the fresh morning sunlight fell in the room Sushmita looked at the window. The morning was beautiful emitting a ‘happy yellow’ vibes everywhere but her life was now black and white. Sushmita was pondering on how she would lead her life forward as she had to survive but quite dependent on Imlie.

‘What should I do? My in-laws won’t ever take me back as they haven’t contacted me after I was hospitalized. Is there any way to start life afresh at thirty? Aren’t I too old now? And that eighteen year old kid will take my burden, no… I shouldn’t be completely dependent on her. What should I do? Aaghh… There’s not a single way to earn money from this point of life. No savings, nothing, even my gold jewelry are at my in-laws. I won’t be able to bring them back as my mother-in-law is so greedy, she had already snatched them after I became a widow. Also if I keep on staying in Delhi there’s a high possibility that my past secrets will come out. Life is so messy… How to start afresh?’ thought Sushmita drowned in her dilemma.

“Hello”
“Hello mom”
“Oh my lovely son… What’s up dear?”
“Mom that was cringe”
“Okay, now tell me the reason behind this sudden call Aryan”
“Mom, what is the time there in India?”
“It’s afternoon, beta(son). But why are you concerned about the time in India?”
“Mom, I am coming back home”
“What? I mean…seriously?”
“Yes”
“Your job?”
“I tried to resign”
“That’s such a good idea. Why should you do a job when we have so many tea plantations and a hotel chain business? Also you are my only son”
“Mom, I tried to resign but Sir said not to. He insisted to work in India now”
“That rascal…why should my son Aryan Singh Raizada even do such a risky work?”
“Mom, calm down. It was my choice at the end of the day”
“You were always an exceptional five year old kid even when we first met. But, why be exceptional and lead a tough life when you can lead a comfy one?”
“Mom, do you have a comfy life? And you were beautiful when you were twenty one”
“Haha, Thank you but as if you remember? I am still single and beautiful at thirty nine. Also being a business woman is never comfy”
“Indeed, why don’t you marry now? I am twenty three and you are rich. I could have a brother whom I can groom to be successful person like you”
“Arshi Raizada needs no man in her life. She has her son and her son is the best”
Aryan cracked into a laughter, his mother had always been sharp, meticulous and a shrewd business woman but a very loving and doting mother too..

“Your son is your weakness it seems, mom.”
“Nope, my biggest strength. You are the best thing that happened to me, you know it too”

Aryan remembered how Arshi would always pick him up from school even if she was busy. And Sunday was the day the cook always had a holiday as Arshi would cook for her son.

“Mom, you are just a generous person.”
“Haha, I am not else I won’t have so many people backbiting about me”
“Don’t you think your life would have been easier if you were married?”
“Beta, if you are born as a human being you would never have things easier in life. Do you think the housewives live an easier life? Their hard work is mostly never appreciated, they are taken for granted. And married working women…they are considered to be perfect in handling everything from office to home. But can a human being be so perfect? Those ladies face the anxiety to be perfect to handle everything at the expense of others comfort. And if you come to me… yeah they talk behind my back but in front they could never look at my eyes. I am happy with you as my family and also I have no time for romance after that”
“Just accept that you are an aromantic person…”
“Hey, you… I am your mother”
“Yes, yes you are… sorry mom”
“Good boy, by the way Aryan”
“Yes mom”
“Never let your secret out”
“Okay mom”
“I hope the servants aren’t aware… the only thing you messed up was the accident you had two months back”
“Yes mom, they are clueless about my powers”
“Sometimes to be honest I feel like my son is an immortal like a vampire”
“Mom…”
“Yes”
“I don’t drink blood”
“Haha, when are you returning? I need to ask the servants to clean your room. You have been away for an year”
“Tomorrow as I will board the plane after midnight”
“Tomorrow you will reach in the morning?”
“Yes…”
“Damn… Son. I need to buy things to decorate your room. Okay let’s talk tomorrow when you come…”
“Sure mom…bye love you”
“Bye, love you too my baccha(child)”

A message popped up at Aryan’s screen:

Thank you Aryan Singh Raizada for choosing our Airlines to travel. We hope your journey to India is a memorable one.
-XYZ Airlines.

“Chavi, how’s this crop top?” asked Imlie showing Chavi the pastel shade top with pearls.
“This is for…?” enquired Chavi
“Me…” replied Imlie immediately.
“You will… but such clothes are not allowed in our culture. Also won’t you end up being a bad girl in other’s eyes if you wear this?” asked Chavi.
“Chavi”
“Yes…”
“Clothes of a person doesn’t decide the fact whether that person is respectful or disrespectful towards their culture if it’s not an important occasion. Also I wear clothes for my happiness not for others”
“But people normally label that way”
“It’s foolish to be honest. Wearing short clothes means I am doing it to attract male gazes, having guy friends means I am an easy person who can sleep with anyone and wearing makeup means I am artificial; these are utter bullsh*t” replied Imlie.
“That’s some deep conscience.” remarked Niti.
“Will you explain to her the words I said to you which made you wear a crop top today?” asked Imlie as she got busy bargaining with the shopkeeper for the top.
“Look Chavi, your friend is just too bold, nothing more” teased Niti.
Imlie gave Niti an annoyed look.

“Okay, I am explaining... Don't give me a killer look, according to Imlie there are three words in Sanskrit which one should consider in every situation: they are Sthan(Place), Kaal(Time) and Patra(People). They should be considered whether you are wearing clothes or talking or even doing something. If the checking of these three categories give you an positive answer you are good to go, like this crop top of mine. The place is a City, the time is Day Time and the people are Imlie and you who are of my age. The check of the three categories were positive for me hence I am wearing this today. Also the culture you spoke up was actually of wearing sarees till twenty years back in your village up to your knee length and not salwar kameez which you are associating right now. It changed, hasn’t it?”

Chavi realized that the clothes preference indeed changed and was speechless. Kurtis were banned before, when she was young her mother said only City girls used to wear them but now girls wear them in the village.

“Associating clothes with culture is a common mistake, clothes are to cover and protect yourself, any size or shape is perfect till we can cover the body parts we wand. And even a saree can cover a man and dhoti can cover a woman but why we don's associate sarees with men and dhoti with women. Clothes can protect you, why customize it in different styles? It's because of the trend, 90s people had Chiffon sarees in trend and now Organza sarees are trending. I always wanted to wear crop tops but couldn’t as I had fear somewhere and then Imlie appeared from nowhere saying how crop tops are much different from blouses, it isn’t about whether it is western fashion or Indian it’s about whether you can pull it off and have the confidence to flaunt it… I understood I was fearing from myself more than others labeling me. Hence today I wore this by being inspired from Imlie….baaki kuch toh log kahenge unka to kaam hi hai kehna( otherwise people will say something and their job is to gossip)”

“Just be aware of the place you are in, the time you are out and the people in your surrounding while doing anything you like and you are absolutely good to go. Clothes neither define a person nor the personality. A murderer can easily wear a saree and a normal girl can wear a mini-skirt. It’s all about the choice of the person and their actual mentality” said Imlie as she joined them after buying the crop top.

Chavi looked at Imlie and then looked at Niti. She said, “I am sorry Niti''
“Why sorry?” asked Niti, surprised.
“I judged you too early,” said Chavi.
“It’s okay… you were just unaware of new things”
“I am also no different from those people”
“It’s okay dear, you are sorry and that is enough. Now you will have a new view towards such situations” said Niti.
“Yeah, I will be more open minded, I promise,” said Chavi.
“I am glad both of you learnt a good thing today, that is not to be a part of the judgmental society. I am proud of both of you” said Imlie.

Chavi and Niti smiled at Imlie. The three girls moved forward to buy more clothes in the next shop.

“Adi, when will you return?” asked Aparna, who came to drop her son in the train station along with her husband.
“By Friday” replied Aditya.
“Will you please share the reason for the trip? Adi, your mother is too worried for you and to be honest even I am feeling like you hide a lot of things from us these days” said Mr. Tripathi.
“Actually papa, I am going to Himachal Pradesh to find the one I truly love”
“Love?” asked Mr. Tripathi, confused.
“Actually this may sound odd but there’s a girl called Ahana whose face I don’t remember but I lost her last time. This time I want to find her”
“When did you lose her?” enquired Aparna.
“It will be really hard to believe but I came back in time and I would lose her in future”
“Adi, you are making no sense,” said Mr. Tripathi.
Aparna looked at her son confused.
“That’s why I am not explaining much because it’s hard to explain”
“Are you sure you are okay? We will be okay if you visit for a checkup”
“Maa…I know that Ahana exists. The proof is the existence of Imlie”
“Imlie, the friend of Chavi?”
“Yes, I knew about her before I saw her in this life. Since she exists I am sure Ahana also exists. Maa I think I should board the train” said Aditya and as he was leaving Aparna called again. He looked behind.

“Adi, is there absolutely no chance for Malini to be back in your life?” Aparna wanted to ask this long back but she was not mentally prepared for the obvious answer from her son.
“No, Maa. Malini and I are over and there’s no chance we will ever be back together again. I hope the best for her though, but there is no future with me”
Aparna gave a pained expression as she saw her son boarding on the train.
Mr. Tripathi held his wife’s shoulders from behind to provide her mental support.
“Mr. Tripathi”
“Yes, Aparna ji”
“Relationships these days are so fragile. Aren’t they? My son and Malini, who went strong for twelve years, broke and separated their ways within a month.”
“Aparna ji, Partners are tied with fate. Let see if our son can find the one whom he is yearning for”
“Yes, Tripathi ji but my heart feels for that child, Malini. Will she be able to move on or not?”
“Aparna ji, we can only pray for them.”
“Yes”
As the train gave its siren before leaving the platform Aparna understood her efforts to build up a pleasant relationship with Malini to become the sweetest mother-in-law was in vain. Everything has apparently changed beyond any recovering state.

“Di…” as Aryan exclaimed Arpita threw the pillow at him.
“Why the hell are you behaving so adamantly? It was always decided that we would return back to Mumbai di” said Aryan.
“UNB, this place has all of Arvind’s memories and my childhood with my teenage. Why should we go back to Mumbai?”
“Because my workplace is there. That’s the reason we should return”

Narmada entered the room only to see her kids bickering.
“Maa, why don’t you make di understand that we need to return back?” pleaded Aryan to Narmada.
“Aru, galat kya kaha meri bacchi ne(when did my daughter say anything wrong)? We have always been Delhi natives, three years doesn’t change our roots. Memories and existence are tied to this place” Narmada tried her best to make Aryan understand.

Now Aryan was furious, “Roots? Maa, this was the very place where we were almost dying without food. I had to close our family business because no one in Delhi wanted us to survive. We exist only because we could establish ourselves in Mumbai. This place and the people here were the reason we almost ended up in the streets and you want to disrespect the city which gave us an opportunity to flourish in life. ”

“Aru, I didn’t want to disrespect Mumbai. It’s just that Arpi and I feel like home here” said Narmada.
“UNB, why are you making things so tough?” asked Arpita.
“I am making it tough because the whole thing you are asking me to do is tough,” replied Aryan.
“UNB, you don’t care for my opinions anymore right?”
“Di, it’s not like that. It’s just…”
“Then I will make a decision today. Maa I will stay back here, both of you go back to Mumbai. I will search for a job here”
“Di, have you gone mad?”
“Arpi, why do you need to work when Aru is earning already?” asked Narmada.
“So that I can stay back at the home where I used to stay and have memories with Arvind”

Aryan was taken aback with the name 'Arvind', he thought for a while.
Narmada enquired, “Aru, what should we do now? Arpi seems quite adamant with her decision”
“It’s okay maa, Di… we will return back to Delhi for forever”
“What?” Arpita asked, surprised.

“Yes, I will shift my main office here”
“Really Aru?” asked Narmada happily.
“But for that you guys have to wait for one year. Shifting headquarters is a tough as well as time consuming job hence it would take a little time”
“We have no problems regarding that. UNB, just promise me whatever you said just now and don’t change later” said Arpita.
“Okay, promise di. We will shift to Delhi permanently after one year”

Malini was sitting on the floor leaning on her bed and looking at the pictures of Aditya and her. Her eyes were blood red from crying from last few days and her nose was still running. She went to the half edited video in her editing software in her laptop, she was editing this video to play in her and Aditya’s engagement ceremony. So many memories from the last twelve years were jumbled up both in her head as well as in her phone and laptop's memory card that she couldn’t get over the fact that Aditya had not only broke up with her but also called her a murderer. How will she move on? How will she start her life in a fresh way? These questions were eating her up. She took her phone and thought of sharing her grief with her College friend Chandni but as she opened her WhatsApp her eyes went to her profile picture. It was a couple picture of her and Aditya sitting in a Café. With a heavy heart and tears in her eyes she changed her profile picture to a pitch black screen and kept her phone away. Immediately her close friends and acquaintances started to message her whether she is ok or not. They were worried because for the first time Malini had removed herself as well as Aditya from her profile. From the time WhatsApp entered their life Malini always had Aditya in her profile picture along with her but now she decided to change and quit. She even changed the profile pictures of her other social media handles to pitch black color.

Satyakaam was having lunch at his Mausi’s(aunt’s) place. Dulari devi gave him the vegetable curry and Meethi was busy making fresh chapatis.

“Mausi(aunt), I never thought so many things will happen here when I was away”
“You are right, bitwa(son). Too many things happened but I am happy that the vicious Village Head and his wife had been arrested.”
“You are right, I still remember how Meethi was devastated when she heard about Chandrakanta running away with some random guy after giving birth to Imlie” said Satyakaam.
“Those monsters killed my friend. I am glad that they are behind the bars. But Dulari lal ji… My goodness I thought him to be a greedy man but such a violent monster who killed his daughter by beating her. I never thought him to be such a bad person” said Meethi.
“Meethi it's hard to judge a person correctly these days. We never know what kind of person they are beneath their mask” replied Dulari Devi.
“Amma to be honest these days I feel Imlie has also become quite distant to us” said Meethi.
“Meethi don’t say anything bad about my daughter. She is such a righteous person, without her those monsters wouldn’t be in jail” said Satyakaam.
“Haha… you are just biased” said Meethi.
“By the way, did Satirth buy any tickets?” asked Dulari Devi.
“Yes Mausi, I heard he bought it. The way things are looking right now, the sympathy of the whole village is with him. He will probably win the election for the next Village Head title” said Satyakaam.
“Yeah, I even feel that he will win the title of Village Head,” said Meethi.
“Sarpanch’s youngest son Yug will also participate in the elections, I heard that today” said Dulari Devi.
“Amma, even if he participates everyone is with Satirth so I don’t think he will have any chances.” replied Meethi.
“Only time can tell everything I guess… Mausi(aunt) please give me more achar(pickle)” requested Satyakaam.
“Okay bitwa(son)” Dulari devi gave a spoon filled with homemade mango pickle to Satyakaam.

As Harshit looked everywhere he found himself in between a white ground. He looked carefully at his surroundings, there was no doubt he was in between the salt desert; The Rann of Kutch. The ground he was standing on was pure white and the sky was blue, a beautiful view in itself. But why was he here? That question made him confused. Suddenly his eyes fell on a small human figure that was coming running towards him. As that person covered a little more distance he noticed it was a lady in yellow lehenga(skirt) and blouse. The end of her dupatta was flying in the air as she was running. Her hair was tied in a single braid and she was wearing oxidized jewelry like necklaces, earrings, bangles and anklets. She was extremely fast in running but her legs were bleeding leaving a red trail on the white salt. He suddenly noticed a jeep filled with men behind her. They had guns with them. As she was panting the guy on the front seat shot her. The bullet hit on her back and when she was almost five meters away from him, he saw her face.

“Niti?”

She fell down on the ground and the man who shot her came near the scene. She was still breathing and trembling in pain. He continuously shot her more than six times again.

“Niti…Niti” Harshit screamed in terror.

The man exclaimed, “If you can’t be mine you can never be of others. That’s what was taught to us men from the Modi Khandaan(family) by our father and grandfather… Right bapu(father)”
“Now you are at peace my son. This girl shouldn’t have returned back to her village. Studying in the city doesn’t make one knowledgeable enough I guess. Trying to become a social worker for women when she herself had your name tattooed on her…Foolish” the older man said.

The men went away, when Harshit tried to hold Niti his fingers passed through her. Suddenly he saw a police jeep coming there.

His eyes widened when he saw himself coming out of the jeep along with other officers. He looked at the dead body by turning her. His face gave an expression of being surprised as a teardrop came out of his eyes. Harshit looked at the other version of him confused when suddenly he woke up. He had fallen asleep while reading a book on his sofa after lunch.

“What kind of dream was that?” he exclaimed, shocked.

“UNB, oi useless nalayak bhaisa(useless useless buffalo), don’t mess up. Take the pictures nicely” said Arpita as she was posing in the airport with her mother.
“Di, first of all this is an airport not a photo studio. And secondly I am not going to embarrass myself anymore” said Aryan, clenching his teeth.
“Aru, please don’t be angry. Look there, that pair of son and mother. They are also clicking pictures” said Narmada.
“Maa, only for you I am handling this PCB…”
“PCB … UNB now you are crossing your limits.”
“Buzz off di, I even clicked your photos with my phone. Don’t activate your Poori Crazy Bhais(Total Crazy Buffalo) mode”
“UNB, how dare you say the full form of PCB in front of so many people?” Arpita came near Aryan and snatched his mobile.
“Di…give my mobile back” Aryan tried to get back his phone.
“No…” Arpita immediately opened his WhatsApp and put her and Narmada’s picture in his status.

As they were fighting people looked at the scene with curiosity. Narmada moved a little far from them when she saw a lady looking at her with pity. The lady gave a sad look with the expression that she has such big children who are fighting like kids in the airport. Narmada gave an awkward smile and said, “Not my kids” indirectly pointing at Aryan and Arpita.

“Look UNB if you delete this status before twenty four hours I will chew you up.” said Arpita.
“Di, such status doesn’t suit my temperament anymore”
“Can’t you do this much for me?” asked Arpita which made Aryan remember his promise to himself to always take care of his sister.
“Okay, but next time don’t do such stuff with my mobile. There are important numbers and contacts here”
“Okay… but don’t remove the picture”
“Hmm…”

The guy who bumped into Chavi in the mall came back home. He opened his mask and pulled down his hoodie. As he walked inside the main door he shouted, “Mrs. Ahuja… Mrs. Ahuja”
“Shut up, whom are you calling Mrs. Ahuja? I am your Maa, Sam” said Indira Ahuja as she came downstairs.
“Maa…You are a mother. Whom are you kidding Mrs. Ahuja? If you were really my mother you wouldn’t have ever neglected me the way you did”
“Sam, you know for whom I work hard day and night? It’s for you”
“Oh please Mrs. Ahuja, no need to cover your love for money with my name as an excuse. You have been neglecting me ever since I remember. Please stop it, I was only six when I used to wait for you to come and be with me. But you never came, I used to fall asleep without eating as I wanted to have dinner with you. What a foolish son I was. Aren’t I?”
“Son… “
“No more excuses please” after saying this the guy went upstairs leaving a stressed mother who sat on the sofa with anxiety visible all over her face.

As Nishant was getting ready to pick up Aryan and his family from the airport, he looked at his WhatsApp for messages. Suddenly his eyes went to the status of Aryan which had a picture of Arpita and Narmada. Nishant zoomed on Arpita’s face and gave a faint smile. He murmured under his breath, “This time I won’t lose you Arpita. For my fate before the time travel I was near you all the time but not with you and Sundar who was with you only made you cry in the long run. This time I will fool everyone, be it my fate or your destiny. I am even ready to fool Yamraj(The God of Death in Hinduism) too for you Arpita, I promised you long back when we were together that I will keep Aryan, Maa and you safe. I will go to any extent to keep you and your family safe like I had always done, my promise to you matters the most in the world for me.”

As tears rolled out of Nishant’s eyes, he made his way to his car. Aryan and his family were returning from Delhi in an evening flight and Nishant would pick them up from the airport.

As Chavi was writing her name on the notebooks she bought suddenly the pen fell down. She thought of picking it up but as she tried to do it her fingers didn’t move for once. She tried again and this time luckily she was successful.

'Right now...What just happened?' thought Chavi as she was perplexed that she couldn’t move her fingers even though she felt like picking up the pen.

‘SUNDAY: Meets Aryan for the first time after time travel.

MONDAY: Pagdandia Terrorists Attack with Mission to save Aryan and Villagers.

TUESDAY: Return to Delhi and meet Aryan in the Park.

WEDNESDAY: Rescue Chavi.

THURSDAY: Chavi's Birthday.

FRIDAY: Justice to Forgotten Souls.

SATURDAY: A Date with Aryan Singh Rathore.

SUNDAY: Girls Day Out with Niti and Chavi.’

As Imlie wrote how her whole week went in her diary she was kind of confused about the whole situation. It was just one month and two weeks, she came back in time. And she immediately focused on changing her fate then on but never enquired why or how she came back. Why was she back in time? What exactly happened before the moment of time travel? Everything was still a mystery for her. Those ‘mission accomplished’ written on the leaves in Sanskrit had made Imlie more confused than ever. Will she find a way through everything?

‘I may be absolutely wrong with my assumption but I definitely feel everything has a connection with this book’ thought Imlie, grabbing the mysterious book she found in the book store. She opened the pages and tried to focus to read again and this time she actually succeeded a little as she could see the first few pages clearly but as she was about to read it, Niti called Imlie for dinner. They left to eat but as the mystery intensified Imlie was quite perplexed as she couldn’t understand what is actually ahead of her in this life.

A middle aged lady came inside a room only to see the girl at whom she wanted to scream was busy with her meditation in front of the idol of Goddess Sita. The room had an artificial pond inside filled with lotus flowers and incense sticks were giving a sweet scent filling the whole room with mystical energy.

“Avanti, have you gone crazy?” the lady shouted but she just kept her eyes shut and focused on her meditation, she was a weak girl.

The lady continued, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you exhausting yourself by giving hints to Imlie about time travel? Your powers have already been in disarray after you used the heirloom to take everything back in time and now you are giving hints. Don’t tell me you regard Imlie as your sister? She is the villain for God sake, she isn’t someone you should help. She even broke the Gem of Life into two pieces knowing its consequences. Isn’t the existence of two Aryans in this world proof of all of her evil doing? Please …I beg you, we were the protectors of the blessing of Goddess Sita but the things you are bent on doing seems like you want to end the bloodline which protects the blessing. You will die if you keep exhausting your power guiding that evil girl… No...What kind of a fool am I? Calling that villain a human… Avanti, have you forgotten that Imlie is not a human? She doesn’t have a soul and if you keep on giving her hints of the Gems and the Pillars like you gave her the relationship between Chandrakala and Chavi, the ‘Pillar of Possession’; one day she will find every gem you used to take things back in time. That day don’t cry…because if she gets her hand on the heirloom she will try to eat your soul to be a full human being. There was, is and will always be a thirst in her to be an actual human being…”

Avanti didn’t open her eyes and kept on meditating, making the middle aged lady more tense.
The lady thought sadly, ‘You are not understanding Avanti, as you have given Imlie the hint of Chavi as the vessel of possession by Chandrakala…The laws of Nature of death and birth cycle were broken. Soon that poor girl will find it hard to control her body as Nature will try to throw her out of the vessel which was actually given to another soul. This could lead to only two possibilities, either Chandrakala would fall out of the vessel being no more able to control it or she will use the power of being the ‘Pillar of Possession’ and if she uses the power the 'Gem of Possession' will definitely fall in Imlie’s hand. This is messy… after all Imlie is the Villain without a soul which makes her a Dark Entity’

Songs Used:-
~Wide Awake(Katy Perry)

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Le Me: Lo Chali Mai, Apne Gaddhe me Wapas, Lo Chali Mai...

Well this ends the journey of this season/part and I hope I see all of you again in the next season/part. I will be out for a week break plotting the base of the next part. But see you soon in LEAN ON ME: Hello Gen Z...02
Thank you once again for the love, I hope the Epilogue had blown your mind. Do comment how was the whole story of this part and share your insights how you felt reading the story. I love you all...
Yours Mimi(❁´◡`❁)

MiuniS2022-06-19 07:02:06