The Space Between: Unveiling The Mysteries Of Existence

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Trishika finally found her voice. “Revelation?” she repeated, as if questioning the relevance and need of that words in her tone sharp. “What are you trying to tell us?”, She was totally pissed and fed up of all this stupid game, clearly visible in her tone.

Mr. Shit’s smirk deepened. “You’ll see soon enough,” he said cryptically, his gaze lingering on each of them before he turned on his heels and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silence he left behind.

The girls looked at one another, their minds buzzing with questions, their fear growing. Whatever was coming—it wasn’t going to be ordinary.

But there was one of those girls who was just staring at him, continuously without even blinking her eyes and guess what.........

You are correct..........
She was LIPIKA

She was threatening him, unknowingly staring at him with such an intensity as she knows him, deeply than anyone ever noticed. If stares could kill 🔪 someone, trust me MR. SHIT would have been dead 💀 till now.

As soon as Mr. Shit turned to walk away, a voice sliced through the dense, almost suffocating atmosphere—a voice both mellifluous and perilously sharp, capable of wounding with mere words. It carried a distinct familiarity, one that sent an involuntary shiver down the spine.

"Chal diye na bhigi billi ban kar!"
(Again leaving like a scaredy cat! )

Lipika’s words were not just spoken; they were flung like daggers, each syllable laced with a calculated taunt. Her tone, though deceptively nonchalant, was designed to provoke. Lowering her voice, just enough for Mr. Shit and her friends to hear, she let loose her unfiltered perspective on boys—particularly on him. She can't...... She was just not able to ignore the certain feeling that she had some connection with...... Something even deep to describe in words..... Something that cannot be bound in words...... Something which she herself is unaware of but somewhere she knows and remembers those memories... She remembers something.. which makes him FAMILIAR to HER.

"Mivi yaar, ye sare ladke ek jaise hi hote hain. Sirf apni kehte hain aur sunate hain, aur billi ki tarah meow-meow karke chal dete hain—chahe samne wale ko unka point samajh aaye ya nahi. Ye sadela aadmi bhi isi category ka lagta hai mujhe. Pata nahi kahan ki akad hai, khud ko pata nahi kahan ka raja-maharaja samajhta hai, ki maharaj ji jo bolenge, unki praja maan legi. Matlab apna point explain toh karna hi nahi, bas muh uthaaya aur chal diye!"

(Mivi yaar, these all boys are exactly the same as each other. They just focus on presenting their points and making others listen to it and then they leave after blabbering meow meow like a cat, not focusing on the point whether the listener is able to understand their words. I think this stupid person is also from this category. I don't know why he is sooo rude,does he thinks of himself as some king or something, that whatever his majesty will say, everyone will blindly follow it! Not even bothering to explain themselves!!)

She was totally frustrated and fed up with all this. She didn't wanted another panic attack to arise that is why she had always tried to lit up everyone's mood and yet she is trying to do the same. Trying to keep her composure so that she could face all the hurdles in her path, she exhaled sharply, arms crossed, waiting for a reaction. But none came.

Mr. Shit, despite every instinct urging him to retort, stood unmoved. He knew exactly what Lipika was attempting—baiting him into a response, trying to shatter the eerie calm he maintained. Just like the others, she, too, was masking her apprehension with defiance. On the other hand, he already knew about all the relations between him and Lipika. Yet he was undisturbed even after knowing the facts about her condition. But the thing was, he couldn’t afford to engage, not now, it wouldn't be better for none of them!