《The unwritten world》


 The speaker

    Aadhira wiped the dust off her hands and sighed. The craphouse¡ªthat¡¯s what she called this forgotten storage room¡ªwas just as chaotic as ever. Broken rocking chairs, furniture, and piles of childhood toys lay scattered around like memories dumped into a junkyard. Her mother always said they should clear this place out, but no one ever did.


    She kicked aside a stuffed toy with a missing eye and wandered deeper when she saw it.


    A massive speaker, taller than her waist, hidden beneath a dusty blue cloth. Right beside it, an ancient computer, its plastic casing yellowed with time. This thing looked older than the ¡®80s, maybe even prehistoric.


    Curiosity sparked in her chest. She pulled off the cover, revealing the speaker¡¯s dull black surface. The old machine had seen better days, but there was something about it¡ªsomething odd.


    ¡°Let¡¯s see if you still work,¡± she muttered, plugging the computer in. It hummed weakly to life, the screen flickering like a dying firefly. She played a random ¡®90s song, expecting a blast of nostalgia, but the speaker just let out a flat, normal sound. Disappointing.


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    Frowning, she searched for a volume control. Nothing. Then her eyes caught something strange¡ªa triangular jack at the back of the speaker. That was¡­ weird. Speakers didn¡¯t usually have triangular jacks.


    Then she remembered.


    Somewhere in the pile of junk, she had seen an orange triangular cable.


    Digging through the mess, she finally found it, tangled?with a bunch of old wires. She plugged it in.


    The screen flickered.


    A new folder appeared.


    ?? "Nirmitanagri"


    Aadhira hesitated. That was not supposed to happen. Her grandfather, who used this computer last, had never named a folder like that.


    Her fingers hovered over the mouse.


    Click.


    The moment the folder opened, a pulse ran through the speaker. Aadhira''s heart pounded. A deep, eerie purple glow spread across its surface, like roots spreading through land.


    The black fabric rippled, turning soft, almost liquid-like. It looked like a thin layer of slime, shifting and moving as if it were alive.


    Then¡ªit rippled inward.


    Something yanked her forward, stronger than gravity itself.


    Her breath hitched. Her hands flailed, grabbing at anything within reach.


    "No no¡ªaaaaa!" she screamed, panic seizing her chest. She wildly swung her arms, but her fingers only clutched the blue cloth she had pulled off earlier. It felt useless, like trying to hold onto air.


    And then suddenly¡ª


    She was gone.


    The blue cloth fluttered to the ground.


    The room stood silent once more¡ªempty, as if she had never been there.

 The test of mace pendant.

    Aadhira¡¯s senses returned in a jarring rush as she landed on soft grass¡ªa heavy thud that, strangely, felt as comforting as a well-worn bed. Coughing out a stray leaf, she slowly realized she had fallen from a tree. For one disorienting moment, the untouched beauty of nature had washed away the remnants of her adrenaline-fueled fear.


    That fragile calm shattered when a frustrated voice cut through the stillness. A young boy, no older than fourteen, stormed toward her. ¡°Didi, can you take my kite down?¡± he demanded, his tone laced with annoyance and urgency.


    Still recovering, Aadhira glanced up at the kite swaying from a high branch. With a hesitant nod, she retrieved it and handed it back. The boy¡¯s scowl melted into a brief ¡°Thank you¡± before he dashed away, leaving her with more questions than answers.


    Barely a moment later, a rustling among the branches caught her eye. Before she could decide whether it was the wind or something else, another boy tumbled down from above. Aadhira''s startled scream echoed in the open air. The boy, equally frightened, let out a cry in response. Then Aadhira remarked, "I also fell like that after touching that speaker." Tanmay repeated, puzzled, "Speaker?"


    Aadhira tilted her head, amused yet patiently, "The thing that makes sound?"


    Then Tanmay said, "I fell from the tree¡ªthis thing, I was trying to climb up."


    Before he could probe further, he scrambled up the tree again. Aadhira couldn¡¯t help but chide, ¡°You just fell down!¡±


    ¡°Hey, that¡¯s the best part!¡± he joked, brushing off his embarrassment.


    Then, as if the universe had decided to test them further, Tanmay grasped a sturdy branch¡ªand the ground beneath them shuddered. In an instant, what had been solid earth transformed into a slick, unpredictable slide. Their shouts merged with the roaring sound of shifting terrain as they hurtled downward.


    They emerged at the base of a clearing, both breathless and wide-eyed. Aadhira staggered, heart pounding. ¡°You took me here on purpose!¡± she accused, half in shock, half in anger.


    ¡°No, no¡ªI don¡¯t know this place at all,¡± Tanmay protested, equally confused. ¡°I¡¯m as lost as you are.¡± He pointed toward a lone, ancient tree at the clearing¡¯s edge. From one of its gnarled branches dangled a glowing locket¡ªa mace pendant that pulsed with an eerie, silent power.


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    Before Aadhira could object, Tanmay reached out and pulled the locket free. The moment his fingers touched it, a distinct click rang out. Almost immediately, massive sheets of mirror began descending from above, crashing into the clearing and assembling themselves into a labyrinthine maze. It was as if an unseen force were constructing a barrier between reality and something far more surreal.


    ¡°Hey, you okay, girl?¡± Tanmay shouted, half-laughing in disbelief as he tried to steady himself.


    ¡°Not yet,¡± Aadhira managed to reply, her voice trembling between fear and a newfound resolve.


    As the mirrors shimmered and shifted, distorting the space around her, Aadhira¡¯s mind swirled with conflicting sensations. Then, in a moment that felt almost too gentle for the chaos around her, she caught sight of a familiar face: her grandfather, seated on his cherished rocking chair with a newspaper in hand. The vision radiated warmth and comfort, briefly dispelling her terror. Overwhelmed, she stepped forward and called, ¡°Papaji, you¡¯re here?¡±


    The vision smiled softly, murmuring, ¡°We are here for you always.¡± Soon, her brothers and sister appeared¡ªsmiling, inviting her to play¡ªwhile her aunt urged her to eat and her mother cheerfully announced, ¡°I made pasta for you.¡± For a fleeting instant, the chaos outside receded into the background.


    Yet, as the comforting illusion began to settle, a nagging doubt pricked at her. ¡°Where¡¯s your rocking chair, Papaji? You never sit anywhere else!¡± she questioned aloud. The vision wavered, and a haze of recollection filled her mind. With a sudden, painful clarity, she realized something was terribly off. Her uncle and father soon joined the gathering, confirming that despite the warmth of the moment, they were missing a piece¡ªGrandma was absent, and the shared memories were tinged with bittersweet loss. As she embraced them, a persistent question gnawed at her heart: Was this comfort real, or merely another illusion conjured by the mysterious power at work?


    Meanwhile, mirrors were showing Tanmay a hill where the dying light of sunset painted the landscape, Tanmay found himself alone again. The earlier chaos had given way to an eerie calm. Wandering slowly, he discovered a small hand mirror lying in the dirt, its surface catching the last golden rays of the sun. Curious, he picked it up and sat under a solitary tree. As he gazed into the mirror, an uncanny vision appeared: his own reflection, surrounded by a group of laughing, carefree friends¡ªa stark, painful contrast to the loneliness that gnawed at him in reality.


    The mirror-self sneered, ¡°So pathetic¡ªyou¡¯re all alone. You thought you could find true friendship here, but you¡¯re destined to be by yourself.¡± Hurt and enraged, the real Tanmay flung the mirror aside. In that instant, the trees around him began to dry up; their leaves withered and fluttered away like fragments of forgotten dreams. Tears welled in his eyes, but after a long, agonizing moment, he wiped them away, determination kindling in his heart.


    He made his way into the heart of the village, where he encountered a statue of a young girl named Nirmita. Etched into the stone were the words: "In every tree, discover a silent friend¡ªone that cradles our memories and tells the timeless tales of our hearts." The inscription stirred long-buried memories of carefree days¡ªclimbing trees, feasting on fruits, and feeling invincible like a modern-day Tarzan. Tanmay chuckled softly, a bittersweet smile on his lips as he murmured, ¡°I¡¯m not alone. I¡¯ve got my friend¡±


    Then, as if the universe had saved its final act for last, the environment began to shift once more. The labyrinthine mirror maze dissolved into nothingness. In that pivotal moment, Tanmay found himself clutching the locket again. Sliding it on, he felt its mysterious power surge through him. He turned his gaze toward the clearing¡ªand froze.


    There, suspended in the fractured light of the vanished mirror maze, Aadhira stood trapped. Her eyes, wide with uncertainty and fear, locked onto his as if silently pleading for rescue.


    The chapter closes in suspended animation¡ªa cliffhanger of raw emotion and mystery. The question lingers: with the newfound power of the mace pendant, will Tanmay be able to free Aadhira from this otherworldly hold? And what sacrifices will the world of Nirmitanagri demand?

 Legacy of the creator

    Aadhira¡¯s vision was still muddled by the lingering echoes of the illusion. In the hazy aftermath, she found herself following the familiar footsteps of her grandfather. In a mischievous yet instinctive act, she reached out and hid his spectacles with her hands, then, with a curious tremor in her voice, asked, ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡±


    Her grandfather¡¯s warm, familiar chuckle answered her softly, ¡°My angel, Aadhira.¡± For a brief moment, the simple banter eased the tension¡ªuntil she noticed something was off. As she stepped back, his behavior seemed strangely disjointed; his gentle smile no longer comforted, but instead hinted at an unsettling disconnect.


    He turned back, half-amused, and remarked,


    Aadhira growled, ¡°You¡¯re not my grandpa! You never let anyone touch your glasses and get them dirty with fingerprints. You all are fake¡­¡±


    Her uncle interjected in a light tone, ¡°What are you talking about, dear?¡±


    Before she could grasp their odd exchange, the world around her began to glitch. Faint, cloudy shards of mirrors appeared, flickering at the edges of her vision. Amid this digital-like disturbance, a soft, mysterious voice whispered, ¡°Follow my voice.¡±


    Startled, Aadhira called out, ¡°Is that you¡­ tree boy?¡±


    A carefree laugh answered from nearby. ¡°Yes¡ªif ¡®tree boy¡¯ means Tanmay,¡± came the reply.


    With little hesitation, she moved toward the voice. As the shimmering mirror illusion gradually faded, she and Tanmay came face-to-face.


    ¡°Thanks for saving my life,¡± she managed, her tone mixing relief with lingering fear.


    Tanmay grinned and said, ¡°That¡¯s what a friend does¡­ if I¡¯m your friend.¡±


    ¡°Of course, Tanmay,¡± Aadhira replied, though her eyes betrayed uncertainty.


    As they exchanged these brief words, the ground beneath them began to shift. Out of nowhere, a set of stairs materialized before them¡ªsteps that beckoned them forward with an almost supernatural lure. Tentatively, they stepped onto the stairs. Moments later, as quickly as they had appeared, the stairs vanished, leaving them standing at the entrance of a mysterious village.


    Before they could process this sudden change, a woman emerged from the shadows. Her gaze was fixed on the golden mace pendant¡ªan ornate locket¡ªresting on Tanmay¡¯s neck. With measured astonishment, she asked, ¡°Where did you come from?¡±


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    Aadhira¡¯s voice trembled as she replied, ¡°I... I came accidentally from a speaker¡­ and maybe he did too.¡±


    The woman¡¯s eyes widened, ¡°A¡­ what?¡± she stammered.


    Tanmay explained, ¡°We live at the edge of the village¡ªin a deserted area where only a few live.¡±


    Then, turning her attention to the locket, she inquired, ¡°Then where did you get this locket?¡±


    Tanmay replied lightly, ¡°You might call it a blessing.¡±


    Without another word, the woman beckoned them. ¡°Follow me,¡± she said, her tone urgent. She led them away into the darkened woods that bordered the village, where the air carried the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves¡ªa stark contrast to the fresh, open air at the entrance. As they walked, she brushed aside dried leaves and, with deliberate care, opened a creaking lid that concealed a narrow basement passage beneath the forest floor.


    Once safely hidden in the dim recesses of the basement, the woman¡ªDiya¡ªturned to them. Her eyes shimmered with sorrow and resolve as she began, ¡°Listen closely.¡± Her voice was low and steady despite the tremor of regret that lay just beneath.


    ¡°Long ago, a girl named Nirmita lost her mother to pollution¡ªa loss that no remedy could mend. In despair, she and her father sought solace in the sacred places of the world. There, Mother Nature herself granted Nirmita a power so profound that she could create a sanctuary¡ªa utopia where nature is revered, not exploited. In a single, fateful moment, she brought this world into being. But when her powers overloaded, even her father fell, leaving her alone with her sorrow. In her anguish, she split her strength into four artifacts, hiding them away for the safety our realm.¡±


    She paused, swallowing hard, her gaze flickering between Aadhira and Tanmay. ¡°Kavrin, once a guardian, now seeks to open the door to Earth to advance its technology¡ªeven if it means sacrificing the beauty of our village. He needs the final locket, the one Nirmita never revealed, to complete his plan. I believe the locket you wear, Boy, holds a vital piece of this legacy.¡±


    Before their minds could fully absorb her words, a sudden rustling echoed from the basement lid. The woman hissed urgently, ¡°Hide¡ªdeeper into the basement!¡±


    Aadhira and Tanmay ducked behind a stack of old crates. From the darkness, a deep, heavy voice boomed, ¡°Diya, why are you here?


    Diya recoiled, her eyes widening with fear. ¡°Oh, Kavrin,¡± she whispered, her voice cracking, ¡°I was only searching the maps¡­ looking for a clue.¡±


    The voice pressed on, ¡°Alright, let¡¯s go¡ªSaira is waiting for us.¡±


    The woman quickly called out, ¡°Aadhira! Tanmay!¡±


    Before she could continue, Tanmay blurted out, ¡°You¡¯re with Kavrin? Opening the gate to the earth?¡± His tone had a mix of hurt and disbelief.


    Diya¡¯s composure shattered. ¡°Enough!¡± she cried, tears streaming down her face. ¡°Saira is my daughter with Kavrin. She lost her leg in an accident, and now she¡¯s dying. Kavrin is desperate to save her at any cost¡ªI tried to reason with him, but he won¡¯t listen. I cannot let our village be sacrificed for one life.¡±


    In that charged moment, Aadhira¡¯s heart pounded she embraced the woman''s despair, sharing in her grief and conflict. Tanmay¡¯s eyes softened as he declared, ¡°I¡¯m with you.¡± His voice, though light, carried a firm promise.


    But as the echoes of Diya¡¯s anguished plea and Tanmay¡¯s unwavering support mingled in the cold basement air, Aadhira¡¯s heart thundered with uncertainty. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts: should she help and fight for this fragile world, or find a way back home to escape the entanglement of destiny and despair? Her tongue felt frozen as the decision pressed on her, leaving her suspended in a state of agonizing ambiguity.


    In that silent, oppressive darkness, the future of their journey hung on a knife¡¯s edge. The test of the mace pendant locket¡ªthe very key to the artifacts¡ªhad set events in motion, and now the choices of friendship, duty, and self-preservation converged into one haunting question: what path would she choose, and at what cost?

 Aadhiras dilemma

    Aadhira had only a moment to decide. Her heart told her to stay and help the village, to protect this breathtaking land with its endless fields of flowers, towering trees, and the crisp, refreshing air. But another part of her clung to the fear of never finding a way home. What if she was stuck here forever?


    Just as the battle within her raged, Tanmay looked at her and asked, "Right? We¡¯ll help save this land¡ªit can¡¯t survive in the world outside."


    Aadhira hesitated, but the words left her mouth before she could second-guess herself. "Yes."


    Diya wiped the tears from her cheeks, her expression hardening with resolve. "Come with me," she said, leading them through the village to her house.


    Stopping at the neighboring house, she knocked on the door. The same little boy Aadhira had helped earlier with his kite¡ªAkil¡ªopened it. Diya called out, "Samarth!" Moments later, a man stepped outside.


    "Would you let Aadhira and Tanmay stay with you?" Diya asked.


    Samarth smiled warmly. "With pleasure. You¡¯re welcome, kids."


    Aadhira stepped inside, her mind still tangled with doubts. Samarth¡¯s house was large from the outside, yet inside, there were no chairs, no table¡ªjust a simple mattress on the floor. For a second, she thought she had walked into the wrong room, but Tanmay sat down on the mattress without hesitation. Reluctantly, she followed.


    As Samarth entered with food, he looked at Aadhira and, as if reading her mind, said, "I¡¯m not his brother."


    Aadhira¡¯s eyes widened. "W-what?" Thoughts rushed through her head at twice the speed¡ªHow did he know what I was thinking? Does he have some kind of magical power too? I already have a million questions, and now this?


    Akil grinned. "He¡¯s my father. But since he looks so young, people always get confused. You misunderstood too, right?"


    Aadhira let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I did."


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    But curiosity still gnawed at her. Finally, she found the courage to ask, "Where¡¯s your mother?"


    Samarth¡¯s expression darkened. "She passed away when Akil was very young," he said quietly. "Now, let¡¯s eat before the food gets cold."


    As they ate, Aadhira found herself swallowing more questions than food. Every bite was delicious, yet she couldn¡¯t shake off the lingering thoughts. After dinner, Akil took a folded mattress and carried it upstairs to sleep. Aadhira followed, missing the comfort of her own room¡ªthe wooden bed, the chairs, the familiarity.


    "I¡¯m sorry about your mother," she told Akil softly.


    Akil shrugged. "It¡¯s okay. Will you fly kites with me tomorrow?"


    Aadhira smiled. "Yeah, I¡¯ll fly the one I rescued."


    They both chuckled before lying down. As she rested on the rooftop, the gentle night breeze melted her stress away. The sky stretched above her, a blanket of stars shimmering in the moonlight. It was nothing like home, yet strangely comforting.


    But her fears weren¡¯t so easily silenced. You know what¡¯s right, she told herself, so why can¡¯t you make the right decision?


    Her own voice argued back. It¡¯s not that easy. Sometimes, you know every answer in an exam, yet you still fail.


    Before she could continue debating with herself, sleep pulled her under.


    The first rays of sunlight kissed her eyelids awake. She groggily turned away, trying to go back to sleep¡ªuntil a sudden realization jolted her. Aadhira, this isn¡¯t your house!


    Downstairs, the smell of freshly made aloo paratha called to her. Tanmay was already sitting on the mattress, eating. She joined them, taking a hesitant bite¡ªand instantly, she was lost in the taste. Bite after bite, she devoured the paratha, each one somehow tasting better than the last. She only snapped out of it when her plate was empty.


    Feeling guilty for not thanking Samarth, she opened her mouth to speak¡ªbut before she could, another thought popped up. What should I call him? Uncle? Brother?


    Samarth chuckled. "You can call me either¡ªor just Samarth."


    Aadhira froze. Again?! How does he always know what I¡¯m thinking?!


    Akil smirked. "Your dilemma was written all over your face. Anyone could tell."


    They all laughed, and Aadhira finally said, "The paratha was sooo tasty, Samarth."


    Akil jumped up. "Let¡¯s go play something!"


    "Don¡¯t you have school?" Samarth asked.


    "No, it¡¯s a holiday! And I¡¯ve already learned almost everything, Dad," Akil replied, dragging Tanmay with him.


    As Aadhira turned to follow, Samarth called out, "Wait."


    She stiffened. "Yes?"


    He met her eyes. "You¡¯re not from here, are you?"


    Aadhira¡¯s heart pounded. "N-no¡­ but I didn¡¯t come here on purpose."


    Samarth nodded. "Relax, it¡¯s alright. But¡­ I can see something¡¯s bothering you."


    Aadhira hesitated, then sighed. "I miss home. My family. But at the same time¡­ this place¡­ it feels like family too. Your kindness, your bond with Akil¡ªit tells me you had a great family with his mother." She hesitated. "What was she like?"


    Samarth¡¯s face changed, his expression distant. "Akil is waiting for you," he said simply. "You should go."


    Taking the hint, Aadhira nodded. "Thank you¡­ for everything."


    As she walked through the village, she observed everything¡ªthe children playing in the sand, climbing trees, women working in the farms, the air filled with life and laughter. This place was unlike anything she had ever known. Even someone uninterested in nature could feel the serenity in the air.


    Reaching the hill, she gazed at the entire village below. The diversity of its people, its culture, its untouched beauty¡ªit was a world of its own.


    And suddenly, she knew.


    When you know every answer in an exam,


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