70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSyDDgu7Z2System Alert: Out of 1,016 people currently in an unconscious state, 712 face a deadline of only 2 days.]
Darshan continued to walk, carrying Sarunya in his arms. Viyog watched them closely, his eyes tracking Darshan's steady pace.
Finally, Viyog spoke up. "Darshan, are you sure you're okay carrying her? You’ve been holding her for a long time now. Do you need me to help?"
Darshan didn't even flinch. "It’s fine, Sir. No problem at all," he replied smoothly. But as Viyog looked at them, a buried memory suddenly surged to the surface.
In the Real World...
The woman walked down the sterile hospital corridor toward Ward Number 105.
A Flashback:
A young woman, shoulder-bag in place, walked into the college campus. A friend hurried up to her side.
"Hey, Maanya!"
(The woman’s name was Maanya.)
Maanya turned. "Yeah, tell me."
Friend: "Did you hear? Your ex-boyfriend, Viyog... apparently he’s discovered something brand new. Everyone in college is talking about it."
Maanya’s expression remained neutral. "Oh, is that so? That’s good news," she said, continuing to walk forward.
Friend: "Hey! Don't you feel anything about it?"
"Can you just be quiet for a second?" Maanya snapped. But inside, her thoughts were a whirlwind. "I’m still hurt by that fight we had that day... but hearing that he finally finished his project... it brings me a little bit of peace."
She passed right by him. Viyog was standing there, deep in conversation with his friends. Maanya looked at him from the corner of her eye as she walked past.
"It’s been two months since we even spoke, she thought bitterly. Look at him... he won't even turn his head to look at me."
As she walked away, Viyog finally turned his back and watched her retreating figure.
"Ah...! I should have said something to her," he thought. But his stubbornness refused to let him move.
Another day. Maanya was walking through the college corridor when a heavy, frantic whispering began to break out among the students...
Maanya, oblivious to the source of the commotion, frowned. "What is everyone whispering about?" she wondered as she stepped into the classroom.
Her friend rushed up to her, breathless. "Hey, Maanya!"
"Hey," Maanya replied, looking around. "Why is everyone acting so strange? What's going on?"
The friend’s face was pale. "You don't know? Viyog and his friends... they suddenly went unconscious yesterday. They’ve all been rushed to the hospital!"
"Ah!?" Maanya gasped, the world around her tilting. "What are you talking about?"
"It’s true," the friend whispered. "They say two days ago, some kind of light erupted from that machine they were building. Today, news broke that they’re all unresponsive. Some are even saying they’ve slipped into a coma!"
The blood drained from Maanya’s face, replaced by a cold, sharp panic. That night, sleep was an impossibility. She sat in the darkness of her room, her laptop open, aimlessly scrolling through old photos to quiet her mind.
She clicked on a video file.
[Video Footage: Viyog and Maanya are playfully bickering, laughing as she jokingly tries to shove him aside. They are happy, vibrant, and completely inseparable.]
Watching the version of him that was full of life, Maanya’s eyes welled up. The tears finally broke, spilling down her cheeks in the silence of the room.
Present Day
After so many days of silence and regret, Maanya finally stepped through the heavy doors. She walked into Ward Number 105 of Apollo Hospital, Chennai, to see the man she had lost before the world ever took him away.
Maanya looked at Viyog’s body. The ward was deathly silent, save for the rhythmic, hollow beep-beep of the heart rate monitor. Tears blurred her vision as she placed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. She sank into the chair beside his bed, staring at his pale, unresponsive face before breaking down.
"Forgive me... please forgive me, Viyog," she sobbed. "I’m so sorry it took me this long to come and see you. Please... just forgive me."
She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming. "Without you, I feel so empty. I know I have to accept this reality, but..." She choked back a cry. "There are only two days left. Please, Viyog... just stay with us!"
She reached out and took his hand, cradling it in both of her own as if trying to pull him back to life. "I miss you, Viyog," she whispered, squeezing his hand tightly.
[REMINDER: Out of the 1,016 people in an unconscious state, 712—including Viyog—face a 2-day deadline. If they do not regain consciousness by then, they will be declared brain-dead and prepared for burial.]
In the Ovul Dimension...
The group was trekking through the rough terrain when Viyog suddenly came to a dead halt.
"Ah...?" He looked down at his own hand, a confused expression on his face. "What is this feeling? I feel... warm. And there’s the scent of flowers in the air. What could this be?"
Back on Earth, Maanya was still holding his hand tightly. In the dimension, his soul felt that warmth; his body bloomed with the phantom scent of the flowers she had brought.
"This... this feels wonderful," Viyog whispered with a small, rare smile. He looked ahead at Darshan, who was still carrying Sarunya, and the sight triggered a deep, aching memory of Maanya.
"I constantly wonder if anyone here knows what I’m thinking about, " Viyog thought to himself. "They have no idea... that every thought is about you, Maanya."
They continued forward.
Ever since Darshan had insisted on carrying her, Sarunya’s cheeks had turned a deep, burning crimson. "What is this feeling?" she wondered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Why is my heart racing like this?" She stole a shy, side-long glance at Darshan's focused face.
Finally, they reached their destination. Standing before them was a massive, rocky cliffside, and atop it sat the structure Viyog had mentioned.
The Mansion.
To be continued...!!
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