"Fuck.. ", I was shocked as I looked around myself and found myself being consumed by the darkness around me. "What the heck is this place?", I thought as I tried moving my body, which for some reason was like a stone.
I remembered I was walking towards my way home. I was happy. Why wouldn't I be? I appeared for a national eligibility test, and I had passed with marks more than 700. The point was that the marks I obtained was just 18 marks less the total score. I had been appearing for this test since the last three years and finally I got my wish fulfilled. I was on my way home to talk to my parents.
Obviously being an Indian, with traditional parents, I lived with them. It might be not so common for foreigners, but it is the most common scenarios in an Indian household.
"Congratulations soul. You were the lucky one selected.. ", sounded a loud, but gentle male voice. I tried to talk, but it turned out that I couldn't talk. And this was also when I realised that I wasn't able to talk from the start. Those words were all in my 'mind', if there existed one in whatever this place was.
'Probably I am dead. ', I thought.
The voice again came. It said, "That's true fella. You did die, and I have to say you died a hell of a death. Sucks to be you I guess. "
Then the voice started laughing. It was clear that the person behind the voice was surely enjoying my state right now.
I was angry, but I calmed myself. I thought it would be the best possible choice I had for now. Instead I asked, "How did I die?" The voice stopped laughing, probably it didn't expect me to accept the fact of my death this quickly or it was something else.
Suddenly I was sucked into some sort of vortex that suddenly appeared before me.
Now I was in a white empty space and standing there was a person in a black tuxedo with a smile that was kind of hard to recognise as gentle or devil.
Now, I felt that I could move. Because for some reason when I entered this white space, I had a body. Not a human body, but kind of like a gingerbread man.. which was obviously weird as hell.
The man in tuxedo didn't look quite old, he even looked younger than me. And I am 23. Or I was 23, I guess.
The man waved his hand as I was pulled towards him and a comfy looking sofa appeared upon which he sat, and he pulled my body with some force and made me sit on the same couch beside him.
Then he waved his hand again. And this time, a video started playing. It was kind of like projection, but not on screen. It was literally being projected in air. If air was present here that is.
I saw a familiar figure walking on the footpath/pavement, whatever you say. That was me. I had a paper in my hand, obviously the marksheet from the national eligibility test, that I got printed. I was whistling as I continued on my way home. Everything seemed normal, but that's when two vehicles crashed with each other.
And I was at the centre of the impact, between both the vehicles. The video zoomed in on what was left of my body. I saw my eyes popped out of my face, while my skull was smashed.
I didn't feel that bad when I saw it, since I was sure that it didn't hurt that much, since I was dead quickly. It was too bloody scene. Probably that's what happen, when a bus and a truck coming from two opposite directions smash onto you.
I turned towards the tuxedo man and asked, "What about my parents?"
The man looked at me and pursed his lips and said, "Well they are okay.. as okay parents would be from the death of their one and only son. Adopted son but their son. "
I couldn't help but feel down when I heard him.
Yep, I was an adopted child of my parents. My OG parents left me in front of an orphanage in a rainy night for some reason. I mean as dramatic it might sound, I wasn't any lucky for this first few years of my life in foaster homes. In some, I was abused. Obviously not sexually, I was beaten up many times but drunk fosters. Till I got lucky and met my parents, who worked part time as an NGO workers. My mother was actually the head of the NGO group, while dad helped her. They found me locked in the basement of my foaster parents and they took me with them and adopted me.
Dad did business, although not a very profitable one, but it was profitable enough for our family of three.
Dad had even asked me to join a private medical College, since I didn't have marks enough to be admitted to one free of cost, or reduced fees.
But obviously I rejected them, since the fees of a year might go near millions in a reputable institution.
Seeing my state, or probably because he could hear my thoughts, the man in tuxedo said, "Well, they might receive a lottery ticket or around 10 million, and they would get another son, just like you in a month. Don't worry about them.. "
I chuckled dryly and said, "They were the only person I knew in my life who really loved me. Obviously I would worry about them. But it's good that they would move on sooner. "
Then I looked at the tuxedo man and asked, "So.. what now?"
Hearing my question a smile spread on the face of the tuxedo man. He asked me with a grin, "Ever heard of reincarnation? "
I raised my brows and asked, "Like I will be born as another child in some fictional world's or something?"
Tuxedo man smiled and said, "Yep, fictional ones. But real as hell. "
My eyes sparkled as I thought somethings in my mind. Then I asked, "So I get to choose where I go and get three wishes, right?"
Tuxedo man's smile fell as he heard my words. Shaking his head, he immediately said, "Obviously not. You cannot select the world you can go to. Maybe you would be given two wishes plus a free appearance change. But that's it man. Nothing more, nothing less. "
A/N: Guyz. He would be reincarnated to a movie world of a South Indian movie starring Allu Arjun named Race Gurram/Mein hoon Lucky the racer.
I want you guys to drop some cool Indian names for the MC. He would have the same name in all the other worlds too. So be careful.
Also I want to know what two wishes he could ask for. Would be best if not supernatural, since the movie worlds aren't all having magics and shit. So yeah. Comment freely.
Oh and let me know if you guyz want additional chapters or need to donate to me, the poor author.
But obviously there wouldn't be any donations for whatever reasons. But doesn't hurt to ask, I guess. Any donations, small or large would be appreciable. And you could get shout out I guess. Since that's the most reasonable thing I think I can do. So yeah, that's it I guess.
Cya in the next chap tomorrow. Hope you'll like this chap.