Hey again!

This is the third update of “eMotionless“. (<—click here)

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This chapter has also been updated there.

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Hope it doesn’t bother anyone. Sorry if it does .

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Chapter 5: again?

He looked at his pocket. The ring had stopped. Yes, ring! He realized it and was … what?

Nothing.

Nothing was left.

No emotions.

No more.

Or were they?

He touched his pockets, feeling that lump over there, the cell phone.

Yes, the cell phone.

He looked at it and thought,

“The only help at hand, or at the legs? Hah! Brutish jokes!”

He laughed weirdly and gulped a breath. Was he going mad? He thought in himself.

Yes, may be, but who cares?

Not him, at least at the moment.

He tried to dig into those pockets, those demon denims. Yes, demons.

His bloody hands with its broken bones, didn’t find it easy to access inside those demons.

He remembered how his father hated those jeans, how he called them sticky “rugs”. Rugs indeed! No one, not even the son of Einstein can take something out of them while sitting…check it out! Hah!

Thus, those pockets remained “inaccessible”.

His one “ok” hand and the other “broken one” together couldn’t win this “great war of pocketing while sitting”.

The phone ringed again, leaving him dumbstruck like before. He closed his ears, flinching away from the sound for some seconds, but handled himself the next moment.

He tried cooling himself down.

After some ten seconds, he became his normal, or what ever you call it.

He pressed an unknown key, and the ring stopped. (thanks to the technology, “any-key-answer”!)

He smiled a half smile again.

It was someone on the other side…someone.

“Hello Mr. Aarav Khanna…forgot? Wow!…” a faint voice from the other side said.

He pressed the “loudspeaker”. (Thanks to our tech-friendly fingers this time! Can type a whole “letter” in utter blind night, even while sleeping…)

“Hello…? Aarav? Hello?” the voice questioned again.

He opened his mouth, not sure what to say…

“Hel…loo….amm? Wh..o…?….” he said.

He then realized his voice was so…broken.

His pain reflected in his breaking, falling…quivering voice.

“Aarav? Where are you…what happened? Are you ok? I mean, your voice is…god…so gross! Where are you?

I have been calling you since…hours now! I mean…what the hell…where are you?

Priyanshu said you weren’t with him…hello? Will you speak? Aarav? Heyy…!”

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t get anything.

His mind was…say….it didn’t work like before. It slowed down.

The blood, the crack on his head…the crack on his hand, the cracks on his face, on his heart…

They worked.

Yes, they worked.

They left him mad.

“Who…are…who’s this?” he said like he didn’t know.

But that was true. He didn’t know. He couldn’t recognize.

“Aarav…this…this is me…I mean…Nistha…where are you? Are you ok?” said a concerned voice.

“Nistha? Whi…ch Nis…tha?” he said like a lunatic, “wro-ng number….”

“What? Aarav…are you mad?…look…listen…hello? ok, leave it…where are you?” she spoke, for good, I believe.

“I am…whe…e…re? Where? Amm…here…” he said looking around.

“Here? Here means what….” She spoke, but stopped. She started again, “ohk…you are here…good…and what is around?”

Detective girl? Great one!

“Around…blo…od…a….all blood…I m bloody, s..he is bloody…hah!” he said looking around.

“Blood? Wh…” she shrieked getting tensed, but controlled herself, paused for a moment and retained that erect voice lump, “ok…ok…where exactly are you? Aarav…calm down dear…please…drink some water and talk to me…gosh…its so gross…”

“Water? But…t its… a…all blood…” he said looking around.

“Aara….ohk, listen…who else is around you? Except blood and gross…ahh…” she said weakly, getting awkward.

He looked around, and his eyes met the beauty lying near him…the cruel beauty. Aalia.

He somewhat regained his senses…weird, Right?

But yes, he did.

The cut near his heart deepened on seeing her. The brain responded. His voice grew hoarse.

“She…m…y…my…Aa…lia…Aalia…she…aaaah!…..she…me…why? Why did she …? I lov…e…d her…I lo…ve her…bu….t…why? Gosh!..aaaa….” he broke down, squealing.

His patience broke down…his ignorance broke down.

His tears broke down.

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Chapter 6: Revival

“Aalia? Ohk, what happened? What? You are ok na?…Aarav…stop wailing man!…Aar….please boy…Aar please….hello…” Nistha blew her lungs to no use.

The cry did not stop, nor did the pain.

“Aar…Aarav…are you at her house? Hey…Tell me damn it!….Aar speak…” she cried at her loudest voice.

He stopped. Shocked.

“Don’t shout at me…,” he shouted in a high pitched voice, like a kiddo.

“Ohk, I wont…sorry sorry sorry! You at her house? Aarav…are you at her house or somewhere else?”

“Yes…I…house…yaa…”

“You are at her’s? Ohk. Fine…wait there…” she spoke and mumbled, “I couldn’t even get half of what you said….”

“Wait? Oh….k….” he spoke.

“I m hanging off Aarav…Call me if anything…amm…what…leave it….I will be there in some time….take care…love you…”

Call disconnected.

Silence again.

Too much.

He held his head in his hands wiping away those swelling unstoppable teary eyes, but they flowed, as they would never stop. Never.

After some twelve minutes, his breath left him gulping like a horse.

Those wails and cries made him worst in the present.

He held his neck…taking irregular deep breaths.

The neck swell and rose like an inflated balloon, and stayed like that for a second and then grudged inside like a deflated one.

He lay on the floor, crawling.

He needed water.

He needed air.

He needed care.

The first and second were present in plenty there, but without the third, they were inaccessible though.

Sadly.

But as the “knowledgeable” elites say, “need” makes a man do anything, and where there is a will there is a way, though the “will” wasn’t there, the need made him strong, or say, better than he was a minute ago.

The table near the rug wasn’t too away, and the water, not more than a two or three feet up.

His bony fingers crawled into the table, reaching the glass jug…the thing he needed the most.

His irregular, high pitched, over “active” breathing did not allow him to do the things in “manner”. But who cares?

Do you?

Devil!

His rough lips gulped in the maximum amount they could, excess amount dripping from the open pores near the sides.

Water is called “Amrit” right? Well, it acted like one at least.

He revived. Revived so much that he held the jug over his mouth and “bam”!.

As the common sense says, it fell down…according to the position, on Aalia’s HEAD.

A crack on the beautiful moon.

Moreover, the stroke plus the water resulted to the revival of the “shadow” moon.

Meaning, the rise of the demon.