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1-The start of the revelation


Here the story begins with a guy crying. It’s the rainy season and in the middle of the road there is an accident. A body lays flat with blood all over the road, with the rain spreading the blood. Suddenly he is in a dark corridor with lanterns hanging up in the walls providing a faint light, just enough to see a few steps forward. He walks through the small corridor with curiosity, wondering where it leads to. After a lot of twists and turns and a walk which seems like days, he finally reaches an opening. His crying had lessened down and he was somehow in a stable mood. He rushes towards the opening and reaches a place from our story began but he was not the once crying this time. He was just a spectator.  Slowly he makes his way through the crowd, pushing his way into the center where people had gathered and he sees himself, well a younger version of himself crying, hugging a dead body. Yes! That was his mother
*ring* *ring* he suddenly wakes up. He rubs his forehead and lights up a cigarette and takes long puffs of them. Damn he needed some smoke. “So it was another nightmare huh!”  Speaking this he picks up his cell phone. “Wake up moron! It’s our first day of the college.”  A voice on the other side shouts up at him “wait! It’s 6 already???” he replies “yup and hurry over to my house” and the call ends. He walks over to his friend’s house and then they rush to the university that they had joined.
In the college the day went normally. He and his friend made some friends and talked about the most random of things. There a girl caught his eyes. She was laughing and talking with her group of friends. She had this bright aura that attracted him but he made no attempt to talk to her as he was what you’d call a socially awkward guy. He made some friends all right but that’s all thanks to his best friend Sacar.  The day finally ended with some exchange of the numbers and facebook id.
“ so how did your day went? Found anyone interesting???”  Was Yuuki’s question as soon as they reached their hangout spot. Aryan sipped a warm coffee as he took in a deep breath. “No one interesting. Just made some friends and that’s all.” Sacar added “all thanks to me. he barely even talked”  “you are right. He barely talks. Wonder how we are besties with this moron!” Yuuki added. They talked some more and drank some more of the coffee at their spot. 
It was a secluded spot inside an ally, where they had made their hangout spot. The coffee was the best they could find and it has been their hangout spot for quite a few years now, at least more than two years. The spot was perfect for them. A whole building was a café. The café “the ally’s sandwich hub” had some food, some alcohol, some smokes and some beverages. They usually sat outside in the shade of the houses and an umbrella while they talked and drank tea or coffee in Aryan’s case. To be blunt Aryan was a caffeine addict during his high school days and had recently quit. He smoked though and drank.
It was midnight a month after they first joined the university and by this time almost everyone had added almost everyone in their facebook. So as he was typing some nonsense lyrical poetry while keeping the facebook in the background, a message popped in his facebook. It said “hey. I know that we haven’t talked much despite being in the same class but I really need an advice from you. Sacar suggested that you give some really good advices so I turned out to you. Can we talk tomorrow???” it was from Shrisha. “yea sure if you insist but I gotta admit that I’m bad at talking so I don’t think that I’ll be of much help” “I guess I’ll know tomorrow. Anyway, it’s midnight so I’ll leave you to do whatever you’re doing. Good night” “goodnight” he replied and went back to his typing.
Light
I’m dark. As dark as darkness can be
but I see
a light behind an eclipse
yea like a free
ray of light
you remind me of that
as I sat
in my seat and looked at you
all I could do
was just stare
and wish that I could caress
that beautiful face
that rest-
ed between your hands
as
you lay resting on your bench
clenched hands drenched
in sweat
of your spontaneous personality
like a light only I can see…
-roi de scuro
He wrote this and went to sleep. His pen name was Roi de scuro which was Spanish, for  “king of darkness”.





(Yosh everyone! This is Yakaa: Jujaan and I'm here with a series. The title is UDHARO meaning debt and well... see where it goes)
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