Sweet Dreams

[Part 1 ]

(1)

-> At last Shaurya had reached his house, that is, his apartment,floor 15.Correctly he was parking his car below the flat. He just had to rest for some time after reaching home, so that he could feel a little relaxed and peaceful....but as if the peace and calmness had been lost from Shaurya's life for a few days.

He is constantly in tension and trouble these days, as if he does not understand what to do and what not to do. But even before Shaurya could take a sigh of relief after reaching home, seeing a gift box lying down outside the door of his house, he felt like getting electrocuted....

Before he thought anything else, immediately picked up the gift..... looked at his right and left once and went straight to his room after opening the door with the gift.

He was now again upset, because upon checking the gift, it was found that once again there was no name, address, nothing written on it.

He left that gift lying on the table in his room and ran towards mummy's room.... He actually wanted to ask his mummy about this gift. He thought maybe mummy knows something about it.. .. Or has someone come home to visit and left it outside the door!! But all these questions remained in Shaurya's mind, because when Shaurya reached mother's room, she was not there at all.

He could not understand where his mother had gone... He had checked all the rooms in his flat, but no one was at home. He was getting very irritated because of these things. He kept his frustration on site for a moment and thought about opening the gift...he ran back to his room.

As soon as he entered the room, he broke down on that gift and started opening it very angrily and rudely. But once again he felt like getting an electric shock when he found that gift empty from inside. He slammed the box on the bed.

In frustration, he tore apart the soft bed sheet and cushions on his king size bed, and Shaurya's mobile fell down on doing this condition of the bed sheet. Hearing the sound of the mobile falling, he thought that he should call mom...but when he picked up the phone, he came to know that the phone's battery was dead and the phone was switched off.

Shaurya angrily ran his fingers through his sweaty hair and pulled them lightly, as he felt like smashing the phone on the ground at this moment, but he controlled his anger and calmed himself down. Shaurya picked up the mobile and attached it to the charger kept on his study table and kept the phone charging.

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❤****Dear valued reader,

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(2)

->He felt a slight weakness, so he simply sat there on the chair kept near the study table. He felt as if something strange was happening in his stomach…Then he assumed that this stomach ache could be due to skipping breakfast for a few days or due to not eating properly.

He rested his head on the back of the chair and started looking out of his lighted gallery while sitting like that… His eyes may be looking at the outside view but his mind was still lost in some other thoughts.. As if the clouds of tension again surrounded him.

The thoughts and things that he didn't want to think about, just the same thoughts and things were dominating his mind. He closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to think about anything right now... But every time he thought of not thinking, his mind kept replaying all the events of the past these days.

He took a long breath and hid his face in his palms with the help of the corners of his hands on the study table. Seeing him, it was clear how much he was trying to control his own thoughts…. Hearing the sound of the phone restarting, he removed his hands from his face and looked at the phone screen.The mobile was 5% charged and now, it could make a phone call to mom. He called his mom-

"Hello mom, where are you? And why is there so much noise??"

"Son, I have actually come to your aunt's house for a wedding, didn't you know?"

"Oh...yeah..maybe because of work I forgot...by the way when will you come?"

"Son, it is making a lot of noise right now..you take care of yourself and eat food, I will come home soon after the wedding is over..ok bye"

"Hey mom!"

and the phone again switched off...Shaurya put the phone on charge once again. The kind of condition Shaurya was in, it didn't seem like he was in the mood to eat or drink even a little bit.

Now Shaurya's one hand was on his head in trouble, as if his head was also hurting now.

His beautiful sparkling brownie eyes were now looking completely dull, which usually always had a sparkle of joy and playfulness...but now that sparkle was gone.

Shaurya heaved a sigh and turned back to see his king size bed which was completely in disarray. This bed was actually made for multipurpose use. He picked up his black bag from under the study table and opened his first jeep, taking out a set of four keys.

Then he got up from the chair and sat near the left corner of the right side of the bed…

removed the bed sheet and put the key number-4 in the keyhole at the bottom of the bed and on turning the key twice there was a click sound and the side cupboard of the bed opened.

Shaurya slid and pulled out the cupboard box and kept looking at the brown colored wrapper box lying inside… After watching for some time he caught the red ribbon kept on the box and started thinking about everything from the beginning till now.

The confusion of thoughts was increasing in the mind, but the solution of any one thing was not visible.Some time passed like this and Shaurya kept sitting near the bed thinking the same thing when the sound of the doorbell ring pulled him out of the maze of thoughts...He thought that parents must have come!! ... immediately closed the cupboard and locked it and put the keys back in their places and he ran out to the hall to open the door.

(3)

->As soon as Shaurya opened the door he was shocked as there was no one outside. He stood near the door for some time, thought to find out who rang the bell, but seeing no movement, he closed the door.He was still standing in the hall.

The lines on his face seemed to be getting tighter. He thought why not check the CCTV camera! And just as he thought, he came back to his room when he remembered that his phone was switched off.He closed his eyes in despair and once again put his fingers on his head as if his headache was slowly increasing….but not even a minute had passed that immediately again there was a ringing sound.. .Shaurya hoped that this time maybe mom and dad would have come to the door… Despite being irritable, he had hoped that the doorbell would have been rang by mom and dad and thinking that he was ready to open the door once again.

But his guess turned out to be wrong once again when he opened the door. Shaurya's facial expressions were now changing and his temper was now gradually increasing, as again no one was seen outside the door. Only a gift box was shown! Which was placed on the carpet right in front of him.

He came out of anger and started looking here and there. He said a little furious, -

" Who is here? Why are you troubling me by repeatedly ringing the doorbell?" Then he turned and pushed the gift into the room, and slamming the door shut.

Now it was obvious that, in such anger, how could he open the gift with love. Like a ferocious lion tearing apart flesh, in the same way Shaurya too mercilessly tore apart this gift and started opening it. As if in this way he was taking revenge from this gift, but this feeling of revenge was lost in a moment and turned into surprise, when only a yellow paper letter came out from inside the box and it was written in red ink-'Game over in just 1 day'

And that was enough, Shaurya's patience broke and he screamed and started thrashing on the ground holding the gift box. The lines on his head came up with anger and the eyes were looking terrible like blood had come down. It was clearly visible that the condition of the gift box was very bad and Shaurya's face was angry, but his body was tired.

He was out of breath, but a thought calmed him down a bit...How did he forget that his friends might be behind all this, he thought, maybe they were all playing a prank on him.

To make sure,he kicked the gift box and went to the phone in the room . He looked at the phone, which had enough charging to ask his friends. To call, he got a bit confused as to whom to call first.

And he was also a bit confused that, after what happened last evening, would any friend want to talk to him?