Hello Everyone.
Chapter 1
Because I would always think of you when I would take my last breath…….
Karthik’s POV.
I have seen dead people before.
I have seen them on television, on the news, on their deathbeds, with their loved ones carrying them to the cemetery. But I have never seen dead people like this. Mutilated, maimed and lying in pools of blood.
I have never seen anyone die in front of me, say their last words, cry out for help, look at me with horror in their eyes, choke on their own blood, breathe their last, and die.
Never.
But right now, they are all around me.
Wherever I look, I see them. It’s a gory sight.
My head buzzes and I cry out for their pain and out of my own. My ears ring from the noise of the blast, my nose bleeds and I have vomited twice. I look around to see chaos of all the injured people. The images are blurred.
All I can make out is red. Blood. Or black, from the ashes of what’s burnt now—men, women, children.
There is blood everywhere. On the ground, on the bodies of people, on their lost body parts, on me. It’s mine and it’s theirs.
My skin singes and burns from the heat. It is red and slowly turns black and peels off.I lean against a wall and struggle to maintain coherence. I can hear sirens blaring in the distance, people running, crying and howling. There is commotion everywhere, cars burn in the background, the fumes of burning tyres fill up the air, and people are running all over.
Some of them are carrying people in their arms. I struggle to keep my eyes open but they burn. I am covered in ashes and my head bursts as I look for my car.
I cannot spot it. Not in the heap of mangled and charred remains of metal that lie in front of me. It is still hot and I can feel the radiation in my face.
My neck hurts. I touch the nape of my neck—it is wet. There is blood on my fingers. I don’t know whether it’s mine or someone else’s. My entire body aches and burns.
“Are you ohkay ?!!” someone shouts in my ear.
I feel like someone has put a hot iron rod in my ear. I stumble across some people—stilled people, people writhing and moaning, dead people, people bleeding on the ground. I see bloodied faces all around, gravely injured, and they are shouting, screaming and pleading for help.
I stumble over them and walk away from the site of the blast. I am helpless.
Where is Naira ?!!
Home, I guess. I take out my phone and call her.
“Hello,” she answers worriedly.
“Karthik, where are you ?!! I’ve been calling you. There’s been a bomb blast at Taj today, where are you ?!!” She keeps on speaking without giving me a chance to answer.
“I am fine,” I say and hear a beep in return. I look at my phone’s screen and it seems like my phone is dead as well.
Dead. The word keeps on repeating in my head.
Things blur a little more. I pass out. The world becomes cold and dark.
There is no pain. Am I really dead ?!!
Precap : Kaira in hospital.
Hello peeps, I am back.
I know many of you would be angry and mad at me as I disappeared without giving any warning so firstly I want to apologize to all of you. I had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life so was not able to take out time for you all. Also I was having a writers block and could not think of anything to write.
Coming back to this piece of work. Well this is obviously a new story and I would also like to clarify that the plot is inspired from one of my favorite books and is not my work entirely. I am still a bit hesitant about writing and therefore for now I would be writing an inspired plot instead of my own story.
I have a lot more to say but for now I guess this is enough. Do let me know through your comments if you have to ask me anything else.
Hope you all support me like you used to and like this story as you have liked all the previous work of mine.
Do comment. Keep smiling. Keep watching Yrkkh.