Arun expressed his heartfelt condolences to the old man, who appeared to be taking his last breath while on ventilation. "How long has he been in this condition?" he inquired with genuine concern.
"He has been lying there for over seven years, waiting for his death," replied the son stoically, devoid of any visible emotion for his father's suffering
Arun's frustration simmered as he asked, "What do you mean, waiting for his death?"
"All he needs is death," the man retorted with bitterness evident in his voice.
Arun's anger flared as he responded, "How can you say something like that? He is your father, after all."
"I don't care," The man seethed, the intensity of his anger palpable. "I don't care at all. Is that what you want to hear? Fine, so be it. Now, if the two of you are finished, then leave."
Driven by his rage, Arun lashed out at the man, delivering a powerful blow that sent him careening into the wall.
The man's sudden amusement caught the officer off guard. "You fancy yourself a man of principle, don't you?" he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "You talk about what's right and wrong because you're the man of f*cking principle."
He gestured towards the old man, his tone becoming more serious. "But what about him? What kind of man do you think he is?"
"You assume he's a well-deserving and noble man just because he appears helpless," the man scoffed. "But let me tell you why I hate him."
He leaned in, his voice dripping with venom. "Everything I've done in my life, every achievement I've earned, all I ever wanted was for him to praise me and offer some motivation when I was down. But instead, he just spewed his hatred, on everyone in his life - his own parents, his wife, and even his own son."
Arun listened intently to the man's words and replied in a calm, passive tone. "Does that mean you hate people simply because you didn't get what you wanted?" he asked. "What kind of man have you become? Instead of asking him, ask yourself."
He continued, his voice growing more resolute. "What you're doing is no different from what your father did to you. Don't let yourself be consumed by hatred."
As they conversed, the lights throughout the house began flickering erratically, sending a sudden jolt of fear through the group. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling after witnessing the strange phenomenon.
While everyone was preoccupied with reacting to the recent incident, something was happening in the background that was about to shock them all.
The old man began to stir in his bed, his entire body suddenly wracked with convulsions.
The old man's hand moved toward Arun as if reaching out to hold his hand.
Before Arun could react, the old man's grip tightened around his right hand. Arun suddenly felt overwhelmed and staggered backwards, falling to the ground.
As he lay there, he felt himself being pulled into a deep, dark void.
He hurtled forward at incredible speed, faster than the speed of sound, hurtling through the void with no end in sight.
No….
Noo…
Nooo….
Noooooooo…..
Arun screamed in terror as his body was stretched and pulled as if by a giant magnet or some unknown force, his muscles straining against the invisible bonds holding him in place.
"It's happening again---!"
"It's happening again-----!"
"It's happening again--------!"
The voice echoed throughout the void making Arun was unbearable to hear it.
"Stop it.., please Stop iiiitttttttttttt…"
Even as the voice faded away, his body was still in motion, hurtling towards a distant point of light with breathtaking speed, as if some immense force was drawing him towards it.
As Arun hurtled towards the light, his body felt like it had been transformed into a long, thin strand of spaghetti, stretched out to impossible lengths.
The sensation was excruciating, causing him to writhe in agony as his muscles and bones strained against the relentless force that was pulling him ever closer to the light.
As Arun lay unconscious beside the old man, their hands still tightly clasped together, everyone in the room tried to pry the old man's fingers away from Arun's hand.
Despite their efforts, they were unable to release the old man's grip, and Both of them were left baffled by the strange phenomenon that was unfolding before their eyes.
They found it impossible to detach the tightly gripped hand of the old man.
His son was stunned to see his father, in such a weakened state, hold onto Arun's hand with such an iron grip that their combined strength proved futile.
The entire house trembled with such intensity that the walls appeared to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
The intense heat emanating from Arun's body created an unbearable atmosphere, causing them to struggle to remain there as the temperature continued to rise with each passing second.
In the Void, Arun's body continued to be propelled toward the light, the velocity of his journey increasing with each passing moment.
The pain he was experiencing was indescribable, beyond anything anyone could have imagined.
Arun's pain was so excruciating that he found himself unable to articulate it.
As he hurtled towards the source of light with increasing speed, his mind was consumed by the singular question of when this ordeal would end.
It seemed to him that death would be a mercy compared to this unrelenting agony.
Time had lost its meaning for Arun, and he was unable to determine how long he had been traveling toward the light.
Yet, he felt a sense of intuition within his subconsciousness that this torment would come to an end imminently.
Arun felt like he had been traveling for an eternity, with no sense of time or direction.
But suddenly, the darkness that had surrounded him started to dissipate. In its place, an intense white light appeared.
It was so bright that a human eye could not handle it, and Arun had to squint and shield his eyes. The light was blinding, and he feared it would leave him blind forever.
The pain he had been experiencing intensified, making him wonder if he had reached the end of his life.
Despite the agony, Arun experienced a strange sense of relief, as if the end was near. He couldn't tell if he was falling, floating, or being dragged toward the light.
The only thing he knew for sure was that he was getting closer to it with every passing second.
As he drew closer, the light became more intense, and he assumed as if he were being consumed by it.
He couldn't think, couldn't see, and couldn't feel anything except for the excruciating pain. But somewhere deep within him, he felt that this would end soon.
After enduring an indeterminate amount of torture, Arun finally crossed the threshold of blinding white light.
In an instant, his body came to a sudden stop, as if hitting an invisible wall.
His elongated form, resembling a strand of spaghetti, snapped back into its normal shape in a fraction of a second.
The flickering of light ceased and tranquility descended upon the room.
Dr. Lavanaya was left in a state of utter shock.
She struggled to comprehend the bizarre event that had just transpired before her eyes, unable to fathom the truth of what had occurred.
As the room temperature gradually decreased, Dr. Lavanays rushed toward Arun's motionless body, determined to bring him back to consciousness.
She frantically tried to revive him, slapping his face and even dousing him with water, but to no avail.
The old man, meanwhile, refused to release his iron grip on Arun's hand, adding to the doctor's growing sense of unease.
Arun was suspended in a vast, infinite expanse, devoid of any sound.
Despite the emptiness, he was acutely aware of his physical presence, as if his body was still intact.
Arun found himself suspended in front of a massive, inescapable gravitational pull that was none other than a gigantic BLACK HOLE.
The void around him was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that could only exist in the absence of all sound, for there was no medium for it to travel through.
The vacuum of space had rendered him completely mute, as he could not even hear his own words.
Despite the perilous situation, he found himself in, Arun couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the magnificence of the black hole before him.
Its darkness seemed infinite, yet a strange beauty to its all-consuming power drew him in.
He floated there, transfixed, as if time itself had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the mesmerizing spectacle before him.
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As Arun floated aimlessly in the vast expanse of space, he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. A voice, seemingly emanating from all directions at once, called out his name.
ARUN!