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Okay guys, next chapter is here.
Chapter 4
Grass is greener on the other Side
( The SAME night when Keerat had a bad dream , chapter 1 )
Same night but different place
Shimla, Himachal Pradesh
Location: Some Deserted HOSPITAL, Shimla
Time : 11 : 39 PM
14th April 2023
.........................................................................
Inder and Jaspal sat in the hospital waiting room, their faces etched with worry.
Inder's hands trembled as he held a cup of water, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds.
Jaspal paced the room, running his hands through his face, a bit worried.
The doctor finally entered, his expression serious but tinged with something else—relief, or worry ??
Jaspal and Inder sprang to their feet, their hearts pounding.
The doctor, an experienced and slightly older man with graying hair and deep lines etched into his face from years of dedication, took a deep breath.
His eyes, framed by thin, wire-rimmed glasses, held a depth of wisdom and empathy that could only come from decades of medical practice.
His mouth was set in a thin line, but there was a softness to his gaze, a hint of compassion.
"There's nothing more to be done," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with sorrow.
Inder’s heart sank, and Jaspal felt his knees go weak. "No..." Jaspal whispered, his voice breaking.
Inder's grip tightened on his cup, almost crushing it.
The doctor raised a hand, his expression shifting to one of cautious optimism. "But," he continued, a small smile forming, revealing the fine lines around his eyes that crinkled with the unexpected news, " We thought he wouldn't respond, but he is.
It's a kind of miracle."
Inder and Jaspal exchanged stunned glances.
Inder's eyes filled with tears of disbelief and joy. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to process the words. "What" "How?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with tears.
"We thought we lost him in that accident two years ago but he is fighting it," the doctor explained. "He's still critical, but we do have a hope.
And It's truly a miracle." he said again, His face showed signs of fatigue, yet his eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of hope.
Jaspal and inder were in shock.
As they were talking , a nurse approached, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor. "Doctor," she said, her voice a gentle interruption, "there are other patients who require your attention."
The doctor nodded, his expression grave yet filled with a sense of duty. "Of course," he replied, turning towards Inder and Jaspal with a reassuring smile. "Please, do not lose hope," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his words. "Miracles can happen, even in the darkest of times."
With that, he followed the nurse down the corridor, leaving Inder and Jaspal standing in the dim light of the hallway, their expressions heavy.
As the doctor left, Inder and Jaspal stood in shock, their emotions a whirlwind of relief and confusion.
Inder let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down his face, and Jaspal feeling the overwhelming rush of emotions.
Both of them embraced each other tightly, their tears mingling as they sought comfort in their shared sorrow.
"Everything will be fine, hopefully," Inder murmured softly, his voice a beacon of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.
With a reassuring smile, Jaspal gently extricated himself from Inder's embrace. "I'll go get some water paaji", he offered, his tone filled with determination.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way out of the waiting room, leaving Inder alone with his thoughts.
As Inder was thinking ,Suddenly a light flickered in the corridor, casting shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.
Inder's breath caught in his throat as he felt a chill creep up his spine, his heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the hallway.
The flickering light played tricks on his mind, making him numb.
For a brief, horrifying moment, a shadow figure emerged from the darkness, its presence oozing with an otherworldly dread.
Clad in a black hoodie that seemed to absorb the feeble light, its face hidden in the depths of darkness, the figure stood like a specter of doom, sending waves of terror crashing over Inder.
"Who's there?" Inder's voice quivered with fear, barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.
His hands trembled as he took a tentative step forward, the air thick with a suffocating sense of foreboding.
As the shadowy figure crept closer, moving with an extremely slow pace that sent shivers down Inder's spine, his voice trembled with a mix of dread and desperation. "Who's there?" he called out, his words swallowed by the suffocating silence of the corridor.
But there was no response, Inder's mind reeled with terror, his thoughts consumed by a primal fear that threatened to consume him whole.
Sweat beaded on his brow, his skin prickling with a cold sweat as the figure loomed ever closer, its malevolent presence suffocating him in a veil of darkness.
Just as Inder felt the icy grip of fear tightening around his heart, a hand came to rest gently on his shoulder, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
It was Jaspal, holding a cup of water in his other hand, his face etched with concern.
"What happened, paaji"?" Jaspal's voice cut through the haze of fear, but Inder could only stare at him in disbelief, his mind still reeling from the encounter with the shadowy figure.
"There was someone..." Inder's voice trailed off, his eyes darting around the corridor, searching for any sign of the hooded specter that had vanished into thin air.
"Inder paaji",where...?" Jaspal began, but before he could finish his sentence, the hoodie disappeared, leaving behind only the lingering chill of its presence.
Jaspal's brow furrowed with worry as he looked at Inder, his concern deepening with each passing moment. "Paaji, we both barely slept last night," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on his elder brother's shoulder. "Let's go and rest."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, his heart still racing with the memory of the encounter. Together, making their way out of the corridor, leaving behind the flickering light and the lingering shadows, but the memory of the hooded figure remained etched in his mind.
As they exited from the corridor, Jaspal's concern deepened, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and skepticism. "You must have hallucinated something, Paaji", he suggested gently, his words an attempt to rationalize the inexplicable encounter.
But Inder couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the pit of his stomach, the memory of the hooded figure burned into his mind like a scar.
"I don't know, Jaspal," Inder replied, his voice hollow with uncertainty. "It felt so real, like...like it was watching me."
Jaspal offered a reassuring smile, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Let's not dwell on it," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "We both need rest. Whatever it was, it's gone now."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, though the nagging sense of unease remained.
.........................................................................
How was chapter 4 ?
Let me know 🥹🥹
I have actually edited the timeline too.
This incident occurred nearly at the same time Keerat dreamt, but in different locations: at Brar Mansion and a deserted hospital in Shimla.
Originally posted by: fantasy1000a
Okay guys, next chapter is here.
Chapter 4
Grass is greener on the other Side
( The SAME night when Keerat had a bad dream , chapter 1 )
Same night but different place
Shimla, Himachal Pradesh
Location: Some Deserted HOSPITAL, Shimla
Time : 11 : 39 PM
14th April 2023
.........................................................................
Inder and Jaspal sat in the hospital waiting room, their faces etched with worry.
Inder's hands trembled as he held a cup of water, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds.
Jaspal paced the room, running his hands through his face, a bit worried.
The doctor finally entered, his expression serious but tinged with something else—relief, or worry ??
Jaspal and Inder sprang to their feet, their hearts pounding.
The doctor, an experienced and slightly older man with graying hair and deep lines etched into his face from years of dedication, took a deep breath.
His eyes, framed by thin, wire-rimmed glasses, held a depth of wisdom and empathy that could only come from decades of medical practice.
His mouth was set in a thin line, but there was a softness to his gaze, a hint of compassion.
"There's nothing more to be done," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with sorrow.
Inder’s heart sank, and Jaspal felt his knees go weak. "No..." Jaspal whispered, his voice breaking.
Inder's grip tightened on his cup, almost crushing it.
The doctor raised a hand, his expression shifting to one of cautious optimism. "But," he continued, a small smile forming, revealing the fine lines around his eyes that crinkled with the unexpected news, " We thought he wouldn't respond, but he is.
It's a kind of miracle."
Inder and Jaspal exchanged stunned glances.
Inder's eyes filled with tears of disbelief and joy. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to process the words. "What" "How?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with tears.
"We thought we lost him in that accident two years ago but he is fighting it," the doctor explained. "He's still critical, but we do have a hope.
And It's truly a miracle." he said again, His face showed signs of fatigue, yet his eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of hope.
Jaspal and inder were in shock.
As they were talking , a nurse approached, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor. "Doctor," she said, her voice a gentle interruption, "there are other patients who require your attention."
The doctor nodded, his expression grave yet filled with a sense of duty. "Of course," he replied, turning towards Inder and Jaspal with a reassuring smile. "Please, do not lose hope," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his words. "Miracles can happen, even in the darkest of times."
With that, he followed the nurse down the corridor, leaving Inder and Jaspal standing in the dim light of the hallway, their expressions heavy.
As the doctor left, Inder and Jaspal stood in shock, their emotions a whirlwind of relief and confusion.
Inder let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down his face, and Jaspal feeling the overwhelming rush of emotions.
Both of them embraced each other tightly, their tears mingling as they sought comfort in their shared sorrow.
"Everything will be fine, hopefully," Inder murmured softly, his voice a beacon of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.
With a reassuring smile, Jaspal gently extricated himself from Inder's embrace. "I'll go get some water paaji", he offered, his tone filled with determination.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way out of the waiting room, leaving Inder alone with his thoughts.
As Inder was thinking ,Suddenly a light flickered in the corridor, casting shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.
Inder's breath caught in his throat as he felt a chill creep up his spine, his heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the hallway.
The flickering light played tricks on his mind, making him numb.
For a brief, horrifying moment, a shadow figure emerged from the darkness, its presence oozing with an otherworldly dread.
Clad in a black hoodie that seemed to absorb the feeble light, its face hidden in the depths of darkness, the figure stood like a specter of doom, sending waves of terror crashing over Inder.
"Who's there?" Inder's voice quivered with fear, barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.
His hands trembled as he took a tentative step forward, the air thick with a suffocating sense of foreboding.
As the shadowy figure crept closer, moving with an extremely slow pace that sent shivers down Inder's spine, his voice trembled with a mix of dread and desperation. "Who's there?" he called out, his words swallowed by the suffocating silence of the corridor.
But there was no response, Inder's mind reeled with terror, his thoughts consumed by a primal fear that threatened to consume him whole.
Sweat beaded on his brow, his skin prickling with a cold sweat as the figure loomed ever closer, its malevolent presence suffocating him in a veil of darkness.
Just as Inder felt the icy grip of fear tightening around his heart, a hand came to rest gently on his shoulder, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
It was Jaspal, holding a cup of water in his other hand, his face etched with concern.
"What happened, paaji"?" Jaspal's voice cut through the haze of fear, but Inder could only stare at him in disbelief, his mind still reeling from the encounter with the shadowy figure.
"There was someone..." Inder's voice trailed off, his eyes darting around the corridor, searching for any sign of the hooded specter that had vanished into thin air.
"Inder paaji",where...?" Jaspal began, but before he could finish his sentence, the hoodie disappeared, leaving behind only the lingering chill of its presence.
Jaspal's brow furrowed with worry as he looked at Inder, his concern deepening with each passing moment. "Paaji, we both barely slept last night," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on his elder brother's shoulder. "Let's go and rest."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, his heart still racing with the memory of the encounter. Together, making their way out of the corridor, leaving behind the flickering light and the lingering shadows, but the memory of the hooded figure remained etched in his mind.
As they exited from the corridor, Jaspal's concern deepened, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and skepticism. "You must have hallucinated something, Paaji", he suggested gently, his words an attempt to rationalize the inexplicable encounter.
But Inder couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the pit of his stomach, the memory of the hooded figure burned into his mind like a scar.
"I don't know, Jaspal," Inder replied, his voice hollow with uncertainty. "It felt so real, like...like it was watching me."
Jaspal offered a reassuring smile, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Let's not dwell on it," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "We both need rest. Whatever it was, it's gone now."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, though the nagging sense of unease remained.
.........................................................................
How was chapter 4 ?
Let me know 🥹🥹
I have actually edited the timeline too.
This incident occurred nearly at the same time Keerat dreamt, but in different locations: at Brar Mansion and a deserted hospital in Shimla.
Well written keep it up 👍🏽 😁
Originally posted by: fantasy1000a
Okay guys, next chapter is here.
Chapter 4
Grass is greener on the other Side
( The SAME night when Keerat had a bad dream , chapter 1 )
Same night but different place
Shimla, Himachal Pradesh
Location: Some Deserted HOSPITAL, Shimla
Time : 11 : 39 PM
14th April 2023
.........................................................................
Inder and Jaspal sat in the hospital waiting room, their faces etched with worry.
Inder's hands trembled as he held a cup of water, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds.
Jaspal paced the room, running his hands through his face, a bit worried.
The doctor finally entered, his expression serious but tinged with something else—relief, or worry ??
Jaspal and Inder sprang to their feet, their hearts pounding.
The doctor, an experienced and slightly older man with graying hair and deep lines etched into his face from years of dedication, took a deep breath.
His eyes, framed by thin, wire-rimmed glasses, held a depth of wisdom and empathy that could only come from decades of medical practice.
His mouth was set in a thin line, but there was a softness to his gaze, a hint of compassion.
"There's nothing more to be done," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with sorrow.
Inder’s heart sank, and Jaspal felt his knees go weak. "No..." Jaspal whispered, his voice breaking.
Inder's grip tightened on his cup, almost crushing it.
The doctor raised a hand, his expression shifting to one of cautious optimism. "But," he continued, a small smile forming, revealing the fine lines around his eyes that crinkled with the unexpected news, " We thought he wouldn't respond, but he is.
It's a kind of miracle."
Inder and Jaspal exchanged stunned glances.
Inder's eyes filled with tears of disbelief and joy. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to process the words. "What" "How?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and glassy with tears.
"We thought we lost him in that accident two years ago but he is fighting it," the doctor explained. "He's still critical, but we do have a hope.
And It's truly a miracle." he said again, His face showed signs of fatigue, yet his eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of hope.
Jaspal and inder were in shock.
As they were talking , a nurse approached, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor. "Doctor," she said, her voice a gentle interruption, "there are other patients who require your attention."
The doctor nodded, his expression grave yet filled with a sense of duty. "Of course," he replied, turning towards Inder and Jaspal with a reassuring smile. "Please, do not lose hope," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his words. "Miracles can happen, even in the darkest of times."
With that, he followed the nurse down the corridor, leaving Inder and Jaspal standing in the dim light of the hallway, their expressions heavy.
As the doctor left, Inder and Jaspal stood in shock, their emotions a whirlwind of relief and confusion.
Inder let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down his face, and Jaspal feeling the overwhelming rush of emotions.
Both of them embraced each other tightly, their tears mingling as they sought comfort in their shared sorrow.
"Everything will be fine, hopefully," Inder murmured softly, his voice a beacon of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.
With a reassuring smile, Jaspal gently extricated himself from Inder's embrace. "I'll go get some water paaji", he offered, his tone filled with determination.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way out of the waiting room, leaving Inder alone with his thoughts.
As Inder was thinking ,Suddenly a light flickered in the corridor, casting shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.
Inder's breath caught in his throat as he felt a chill creep up his spine, his heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the hallway.
The flickering light played tricks on his mind, making him numb.
For a brief, horrifying moment, a shadow figure emerged from the darkness, its presence oozing with an otherworldly dread.
Clad in a black hoodie that seemed to absorb the feeble light, its face hidden in the depths of darkness, the figure stood like a specter of doom, sending waves of terror crashing over Inder.
"Who's there?" Inder's voice quivered with fear, barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.
His hands trembled as he took a tentative step forward, the air thick with a suffocating sense of foreboding.
As the shadowy figure crept closer, moving with an extremely slow pace that sent shivers down Inder's spine, his voice trembled with a mix of dread and desperation. "Who's there?" he called out, his words swallowed by the suffocating silence of the corridor.
But there was no response, Inder's mind reeled with terror, his thoughts consumed by a primal fear that threatened to consume him whole.
Sweat beaded on his brow, his skin prickling with a cold sweat as the figure loomed ever closer, its malevolent presence suffocating him in a veil of darkness.
Just as Inder felt the icy grip of fear tightening around his heart, a hand came to rest gently on his shoulder, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.
It was Jaspal, holding a cup of water in his other hand, his face etched with concern.
"What happened, paaji"?" Jaspal's voice cut through the haze of fear, but Inder could only stare at him in disbelief, his mind still reeling from the encounter with the shadowy figure.
"There was someone..." Inder's voice trailed off, his eyes darting around the corridor, searching for any sign of the hooded specter that had vanished into thin air.
"Inder paaji",where...?" Jaspal began, but before he could finish his sentence, the hoodie disappeared, leaving behind only the lingering chill of its presence.
Jaspal's brow furrowed with worry as he looked at Inder, his concern deepening with each passing moment. "Paaji, we both barely slept last night," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on his elder brother's shoulder. "Let's go and rest."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, his heart still racing with the memory of the encounter. Together, making their way out of the corridor, leaving behind the flickering light and the lingering shadows, but the memory of the hooded figure remained etched in his mind.
As they exited from the corridor, Jaspal's concern deepened, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and skepticism. "You must have hallucinated something, Paaji", he suggested gently, his words an attempt to rationalize the inexplicable encounter.
But Inder couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the pit of his stomach, the memory of the hooded figure burned into his mind like a scar.
"I don't know, Jaspal," Inder replied, his voice hollow with uncertainty. "It felt so real, like...like it was watching me."
Jaspal offered a reassuring smile, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Let's not dwell on it," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "We both need rest. Whatever it was, it's gone now."
Reluctantly, Inder nodded, though the nagging sense of unease remained.
.........................................................................
How was chapter 4 ?
Let me know 🥹🥹
I have actually edited the timeline too.
This incident occurred nearly at the same time Keerat dreamt, but in different locations: at Brar Mansion and a deserted hospital in Shimla.
This is simply brilliant 🤩🤩
Can't wait for the next chapter
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